(Third person narrative)
"...so he's dead huh.."
An unknown person wearing a grey colored hooded robe says while looking down to Adam's lifeless body which laid on the rooftop of an abandoned building.
The person's voice was soft and feminine, making it easy to ascertain the unknown individual's gender as a female.
The woman then stretches forth her index and middle fingers towards his forehead while chanting some indiscernible words accompanied with a few complex hand signs.
"... I've finally suppressed his second bloodline..*sigh*..If only I knew Artemis was a werewolf then he wouldn't have had to suffer this much due to conflicting bloodlines". The woman mutters softly after completing her weird 'ritual'.
"...Take care of yourself...Adam."
The woman then begins to depart after saying those words.
Seemingly defying the laws of gravity, the woman rises up to the sky and flashes of with an immense speed, surpassing that of sound, thereby causing intermittent sonic booms in her wake.
Almost a day later, a body which was supposedly dead trembles slightly, it's eyes twitching erratically as if suffering from a horrid nightmare.
"No...come back...don't leave me..again..."
Muttering those words, the eyes of Adam, who was meant to be dead, snapped open once more to observe the darkness of the night sky.
"How am I still alive...?" Adam asks, voicing out his suspicions.
He touches his chest with his weak and feeble hands to check his heartbeat. Stillness permeates his every being as he realizes that his heart isn't beating.
"...So, I'm dead?" Currently full of confusion and boundless shock, a continuous stream of questions flows through his mind, trying to make sense of his current situation.
He lazily observes his surroundings and recognizes that this was the place that he supposedly lay his 'final breath'. This thought occurs to him right before he realized that he could see perfectly well in the dark.
"What the heck is going on right now...?"
He curses as he tries to get on his feet in order to have a better understanding of his situation. Just as he was about standing upright, he falls back down to the ground with a sharp and unbearable pain gradually overloading his pain receptors and causing him to let out a pained scream. Feeling as if a thousand insects are ravaging his entire body.
His eyes grew bloodshot and his voice starts to crack due to prolonged screaming.
An unknown amount of time passes and with each second causing him inhumane agony. The pain finally overloaded his pain receptors making him completely numb to whatever was going on with his body.
He regains his senses a few minutes later along with a somehow reinvigorated body as though the unbearable pain he went through a few moments ago was merely a figment of his imagination.
The feeling of extreme strength coursed through his entire body. It was like he could jump off the building without even as much of a scratch on his body. But he obviously wouldn't, unless he wanted to die...for the second time, that is.
He slowly gets out of the building and curiously peers at his reflection on the window and what he sees in his reflection shocked the living hell out of himself.
He now stands at a height of 189 cm with an even more perfect and chiseled body than it was before, the color of his eyes switched from jet black to deep red, his skin became pale and smooth without a single blemish like that of an extremely handsome model, his body emitting devilish handsomeness like no other.
"...what-the !...who the fuck is this..? Did someone use my dead body for a cosplay?".
As he sarcasticly questions his predicament, he finds out that in his rows of pearly white teeth, his canines were longer and sharper than before, possessing a dangerous glint, putting even kitchen knives to shame.
He quizzically touches them and had a bizarre distinct feeling that they were actually real. But before he could even question it, a strong sense of hunger clouded his sub-concious. He felt like a man that hadn't eaten a spoon of food for months.
He ran in search of the nearest food source, which was of course the garbage can. He scavenges for any food he could get before devouring it in an unsightly manner.
After that disgusting display, he notices his hunger didn't even subside in the slightest.
As he panicked, his nose picked up a perculiar scent inducing uncontrollable desire in him. He ran to it with the remaining strength that he could muster and after a couple of minutes he finds himself in front of a hospital.
He didn't care to question that the perculiar scent he perceived emanated from a backwater hospital and not a famous restaurant, all he could think of was the primal urge to consume what ever he had smelt.
Breaking into the hospital, he started to trace the source of the smell. Using the last bits of his sanity and aware of the fact that he was committing a crime, he stealthily sneaked past a few doctors and arrives at the place where the alluring smell came from.
He rushes into the room to fast to even notice the sign at the top of the door which read, 'Blood Issue Room'. As he enters, he catches a whiff of the smell inside a refrigerator, opening it, he took whatever was inside and downed it's content to satiate his hunger.
After many large mouth-fulls of the unknown liquid that he drank,and the quite noticable feeling of nourishment, the continuous pangs of hunger finally receeded and he calmed down enough to regain his senses.
He curiously looked towards the object in his hands that smelt so good that he nearly went crazy for, and he saw....
"...I drank...Blood...?"