JUDE BEGAN HIS STORY....
Since my early years, I discovered an innate ability to perceive and understand supernatural occurrences. However, I kept this gift to myself, never divulging its existence to anyone.
At the age of 14, my mother, Mrs. Milena, tasked me with gathering firewood from the nearby forest. As the sun began to set, I returned home to a chilling sight – the door to our cottage stood ajar, and a trail of blood stained the floor, leading from the entrance to the living room.
As I entered cautiously, my heart pounded in my chest, and fear gripped me tightly. Advancing into the hall, a sense of dread enveloped me as I came upon the sight of my mother sprawled on the floor, appearing lifeless. Her once bright, cerulean eyes now dulled, her delicate ears, pointed nose, and petite pink lips, all now devoid of the vitality that once defined her.
She lay on the floor, her once pristine short-sleeved blouse now saturated in crimson, a stark contrast against the pallor of her skin. Blood tainted her face, creating a jarring tableau of violence and despair. Kneeling by her side, I remained in solemn contemplation for an extended period, grappling with the overwhelming gravity of the situation.
Unexpectedly, my mother coughed, and her eyes flickered with a startling vitality, catching me off guard. Despite the signs of life, the presence of blackened veins, evidence of her blood loss, left me bereft of hope. The sight of her stirring, drawing breath, and displaying faint indications of life struck me to the core, confounding my senses.
Struggling to speak, my mother gasped for air with each effort. Drawing near, I leaned in, straining to discern her faint words. With what little strength she could muster, she whispered urgently, "Jude... please... run."
Confusion engulfed me. Why would she urge me to flee? I could never abandon her, and she knew it.
Suddenly, she began to tremble violently, as if seized by a convulsion. Her once serene blue eyes, now filled with terror, reflected the constriction of her pupils – an ominous sign of an impending metamorphosis. Unbeknownst to me at that moment, she had been turned into a Vam, and her transformation required blood to reach completion.
In a desperate plea, she screamed with the remnants of her fading sanity, "Run!"
Forced to heed her desperate plea, I watched in horror as she swiftly rose from the ground and lunged for me. Her fangs began to elongate, and her growls echoed through the room, resembling those of a rabid animal.
I sprinted away, desperately attempting to create as much distance as possible between us. Just as I reached the door, a powerful grip seized me, holding me firmly in place.
A man cloaked in black, with bloodshot eyes, a sharply pointed nose, cracked lips, and protruding fangs, emerged before me. He was the Vam who had initiated the transformation of my mother.
With a forceful grasp, he dragged me back into the room, thrusting me directly into the path of my bloodthirsty mother, who appeared consumed by her insatiable hunger.
Despite my futile struggles to break free, the Vam lifted me, exposing my wrist—unbeknownst to me, the favored site for bloodsucking Vams to meticulously tap into the flow of blood and drain as much as they desired. It was well-known that the first victims of newly turned Vams seldom survived this process.
Resigned to my fate, I consoled myself with the thought that my sacrifice would at least grant my mother eternal life. However, to my surprise, and the evident shock of the malevolent Vam, my mother resisted the urge to feed on me.
Despite the overwhelming pull of her newfound instincts, my mother continued to fiercely fight to keep me alive, a testament to the unwavering power of motherly love.
In a fit of rage, the Vam callously flung me aside and turned his malevolent glare toward my mother. Enraged by her refusal to harm her own son, he coldly declared, "If you cannot bear to witness your son's fate, then you are unworthy of receiving my gift of immortality."
He grabbed her face and descended to her neck.He snapped her neck that instant.
I saw my mom fall this time to her certain demise.
He killed her for loving me enough not to hurt me.I was enraged and hungry for vengeance.I charged at the Vam who hit me without breaking a sweat.I was sent flying till my head banged on the hard wall breaking my skull instantly.He killed my mom and he took my life from me.
As I emerged from the abyss of death, it felt as if the universe had granted me a second chance, a chance to vanquish that malevolent being once and for all.
During the moments when I lay motionless, the Vam reveled in the aftermath of his despicable actions, savoring the results of his handiwork. His sudden, diabolical laughter only confirmed the depth of his malevolence. It was clear that he had reveled in his deeds, but I was resolute – he would pay for his atrocities, and I would ensure it.
The Vam spent the time I was down savouring
the results of his work.He probably loved what he had done and I confirmed that with his sudden laugh of diabolical proportions.He was going to pay for his deeds,I would ensure that.
The Vam turned to possibly feed on my corpse but he realized I was gone.He began to look for me extremely puzzled with the fact that he was sure he had finished me off.
In a state of bewilderment, the Vam frantically sought my whereabouts, utterly confounded by the fact that he was convinced he had successfully extinguished my life. Meanwhile, I stealthily made my way to the kitchen, seizing one of the unextinguished firewood from the previous day.
As the Vam cautiously entered the kitchen, perhaps sensing my presence, the stage was set for a dramatic and fateful encounter.
As I concealed myself behind the door, I summoned all my courage and hurled the blazing firewood directly at his back. The Vam's piercing scream echoed through the room as the searing wood plunged into his flesh, inflicting excruciating agony upon him.
In his torment, he turned to pursue me as I swiftly bolted out and sealed the door behind me. In his frenzied pursuit, he recklessly thrust his hands through the door, only to find them ensnared in its sturdy embrace.
In that harrowing moment, the innocence that had once characterized me was eclipsed by an unwavering and resolute determination. Armed with an array of kitchen implements, I found myself consumed by a steely resolve that belied my tender age, as if my very mind had been reconfigured into a vessel of unwavering purpose.
With grim determination, I seized the butcher knife and a meticulously fashioned stake, embodying a newfound determination to confront the malevolent presence that had wrought such havoc upon my life.
I stabbed his hand and then cut his arm all the way all while he was screaming.I then walked and sat down on the couch.
As I lay in wait, I anticipated the Vam's next move, hoping that he would unwittingly utilize his remaining hand to open the door. When he eventually endeavored to do so, I seized the opportunity to unleash a volley of knives, marking his futile attempt to flee with a display of unwavering determination and resourcefulness.
He got to the door and when he opened it,I gave him what you could describe as a knife headshot.The sunlight came creeping through the door and burnt him to a crisp.I walked out to look at my murdered masterpiece.
I spotted a girl my age with other men coming my way.I would later find out that they were Vam Slayers.
The girl with small eyes,tiny round nose, little ears and blond hair was their leader.
The unexpected arrival of this girl my age, accompanied by a group of Vam Slayers, marked a pivotal moment in my harrowing ordeal. As they approached, the girl, with her distinctive features and an air of authority, introduced herself as Mave Key, the leader of the group. Her words, "A young prodigy is born. The name is Mave Key, and I am sorry for your loss but happy for your discovery," resonated with both empathy and an unsettling premonition.
Meeting Mave Key and the Vam Slayers was not the salvation I had hoped for; instead, it seemed to mark the beginning of a new chapter fraught with uncertainty and potential danger.