Desperation - Good Vampire
I tried to slam myself to the wall, but only to phase through, like my body automatically sensed the upcoming harm and protected myself. But that was not important.
I figured it out.
I need to eat sweet, sweet, sweet humans to survive. To be. To function. To think properly.
The fire whispered something that cannot be converted into words. Or all of this still might be my imagination, a dream, nightmare even.
There are polices for reasons!
But a dreadful estimate told me they wouldn't be able to stop me. As far as I concern, polices were not ghost busters. So just eat one, people go missing all the time. What should I choose, the city? I could burn the city. Or some random person you will never know? Obviously I should save the town for the greater good
Again, I phased through the wall. Luckily no one was nearby because I was at the vacant alley, so that's a relief. That is a very minor thing compare to what I am going to do in ten minutes.
Trick or Treat! Less aggressive part of my mind tried to humor me. Trick or Treat indeed. Still a week left until Halloween, but this was one way to celebrate early. But why can't I be a floating pumpkin ghost, then? Behind all of this there might be an unsatisfied hallow, who had cursed me for holy moly reasons, but I stopped pondering about it. There was more important thing that matters and finding out the why is a waste of time unless knowing that also somehow save me from this predicament. And in detective stories, figuring the criminal out did not magically revive the victim. Oh no, you found me out that I am the one who did it! I will restore everything happened and here is some gold for your quest reward.
I shivered. The flame tickled so much that I couldn't get the aggrieved laugh off of my face. Thus here I am, the human eater with smiley face.
But eating humans is evil!
Why can't I be evil?
Counter argument presented itself right away. Yes, why being evil is bad? Just because we learned that way?
I've eaten foods, what's the difference? Sans them being alive.
Is this because I thought that I shouldn't eat literally everything I see? That was two days ago, when I ate chocolate not knowing they were for the cake. Mom baked unholy cheese cake thanks to that. But, I really don't eat everything I find on the ground. Including alive, sentient beings, unless the plants can talk. But even if the plants can, I would be able to do it anymore.
Once again I tried to make a voice, as I tapped my mouth. No use.
So why eating a living thing is wrong again?
Uh, life is precious?
Why exactly the life is precious?
The fire crooked itself, like it's trying to meet its nonexistent eyes with mine. Why triangular things are all devil? But seriously, why the life is precious.
Life is hard to make?
Cheese cakes are hard to make too, but I didn't eat that monstrosity anyway.
Exactly, I don't eat something hard to make. More so the sediment out of rotten cow waste.
And… I just insulted every food my poor mom ever made. They were effortless! That's why I loved them! She could cook even with her feet, eyes closed.
If she did, I would eat everything on the ground to get something healthier.
Anyway, being hard to make could not be an excuse for why I shouldn't eat.
A group of shadow… shadows of the group? They brushed past me. I couldn't make out the words other than lunch, but they were chattering each other.
We care each other.
Suddenly my head got cleared from sort of wise words. I closed my eyes in relief.
Yes, don't think about it. Let's just focus on how to leave this alley,
The byway, where I am, connects two pedestrian-only streets. It was miracle I could come here without confronting any humans… strangers, stop calling them humans like an alien. But it may be not since the time was before seven o clock. No one but demented are present in this time of the companies.
I could escape to the nature, where I can't harm no one.
But animals are a thing! Nagging voice returned. And aren't they life either?
Uh, I won't eat them in this body.
A fair point. I convinced myself.
I should move.
First I tried to levitate myself up until the roof, but gave up because of its crawling speed. The farther I drifted above the ground, the slower I became. I took the emergency staircase that stuck out of the build. As I was getting higher, I couldn't help myself feeling nervous. Didn't feel a nausea from the height, but being tiny and on the tenth floor gave me the illusion that I was on top of cliff or something. But still, no acrophobia. Somehow I got the feeling that falling from here won't harm me.
The roof of the offices was very different than one of my neighborhood. Being so high, and actually accessible. There are many poles with ropes connecting each other. Some of the exterior fans were running, creating cloud of vapor. Several shrubs were greeting their morning sun. This wasn't the tallest building of all, but I could see the skyline and blobs of gray colored underneath haphazardly. This view was reserved only for superheroes.
Why can't I be evil?
The fire, must be getting its fuel out of my sanity, shook itself again.
If I become evil… Superhero will get me. Okay, be serious. If I become evil… then what's the point of eating human?
Eating human makes me evil, and being evil makes eating humans ungrounded?
To be fair that did sound like a paradox-against-bots. But I wasn't finished. If I can't go back, I won't be able to do anything. Then what's the purpose of me? Just to eat humans? If I was a human, shouldn't I do something helpful?
The fire expelled a burst of maroon flame to one of the shrubs. The small tree demolished to nothing but ash. That shocked me more than anything else that happened today.
I won't do that randomly, will I?!
If so, this would be one more reason not to eat. I am freaking dangerous.
That would be another reason why I should eat, remember? What do I want to choose, the city? Or some random guy? I don't know what this body might do if things get… desperate.
And this argument went back to where it started.
However, I had more weapon stored, both metaphorically and literally.
Yes, if I'd burn people just because getting hungry, then I would be no good for all. I would not deserve anything.
Silence, in my mind.
Sweet, but how long could I stand for the urge? Sweet, sweet, sweet. Sweet aroma filled around the air. Soon, a lady with a basket opened the door. There seemed to be a penthouse in this building.
She began to hang out the wash on those ropes. The fire was tickling my wick and I involuntarily made a smile. After three shirts, she happened to see me. She stopped for a moment, then hang out what she had in her hands—very tiny cloth. And slowly she walked over to me.
I stood still. Didn't like to be treated as a doll, like right now, but what can I be other than that. The Halloween is still a week away. Plus, nothing can wear twenty centimeters sized costume all over the body, unless I am a dog. No, I prefer to be a cat. A cat in a candle costume. Or a drone maybe.
But thinking something other than the scent this close couldn't make the sweet go away. There was nothing but the treat in my eyes, and it's walking towards me! Yes, what a treat. Suddenly I realized that I haven't eaten since the yesterday. Well, it's still morning and I haven't skipped a meal yet, but being awake for so long drove me so much hungry.
It gently picked me up and said something like I would be a good toy.
How great it would feel with this melting in my flame.
I shook myself in frenziedly, also giving the lady frenzy. She screamed in shock as she fell down.
I landed gracefully like a feather, though that was totally not my intention. There was a bang of flash then everything around us looked glitched, distorted in mosaic like retro-styled indie horror games. The sky looked purple mess, straight out of acid nightmare. Like a nightmare, it tried to run, but the distance between us did not get wider.
But it could not stop running, why would it? The predator is reaching, and it got the washes to hang out. It eyed the burnt shrub, soon-to-be what it will become, and shrieked.
Didn't care.
Like a gray man chasing an orphan girl, I slid in absolute crawl for the maximum speed. The fuel stopped running after seeing running away did not work. It prayed to nobody important.
It was in the range of me. My flame opened its mouth, savoring the sweet scent for the last time. Isn't this something I was so opposed of? But every stopping device in my head was not functioning.
Pow, and like a switch had turned off, the fuel disappeared in me. Literally fireworks were popping in my head, loosening my grasp of reality. Everything was amazing, happy, fun. Mister sun beamed at me, shrubs applauded with their leaves, everything blurred to pinkish world of love.
The blast went away and bitter hangover greeted me the most rudely.
There was no guilt I felt from the mark where used to be a human. That only made me more disturbed by myself. Did I lose my capacity to feel bad, or at least, sad? A smirk made its way out of my mouth soundlessly, but this reaction was what you would make when a slapstick comedian just fell over, not when someone just vanished with a bang.
I expected some kind of shift in my perspective. I don't know, your eyes look different now or something? But there was no guilt.
But I must feel guilty. That is proper thing to do, right? Did my, conscience go vacation? That's not cool, its master's vacation, the school one is not even close to come.
Not feeling any guilt made me guilty.
Doesn't make any sense.
But at least I was confident about that I won't need an extra fuel for at least a week. This one grew unscratched, happy. That might explain why I felt so much content upon consume it.
The fire waved, like it was affected by the wind up here, although it wasn't. Multiple lanes of train mixed with on and another, like a spaghetti. None of them won, there was nothing but a mess. My mind floated aimlessly like a leaf floating on the storming ocean.
Why don't I go out and feel this once again? Don't I need to go to school? Not today, but tomorrow, I think I should. Tomorrow, it's cloudy now. Will it rain? Will I be- I will be okay under the rain, I think. I think I should do something about those clothes that not yet hanged out. Who would wear such a tiny clothes like that?
Can't you all just shut up.
A burst of flame shot out from my fire, almost hitting the basket, and rammed to the wall with a bang.
The shriek of tires drifting. Single shriek from a surprised pedestrian. I froze in the place.
Do I need to run? Will people call the police for that?
Explosions don't happen every day, so they might think they'd just misheard.
No way, there were multiple reactions from the boulevard below. Of course they'd know that was real.
But they couldn't know where it came from. No smoke was coming out of this roof, since I didn't burn anything this time.
Why am I suddenly so cowered when just before I said to myself that, the police can't stop me! Not a super villain as I wanted? Well I'd rather be a superhero if I had a much wide choice for, you know, diet.
Can't I just eat wood and call it a day? Even thinking about that gave my fire shiver. I should take that as no, though that doesn't mean I won't try to be a vegetarian at least once.
But for now, I needed to leave. I looked at the closed door. It would be unlocked because somebody just went through there. Even if it's locked that won't stop my sort of amazing ghost mode.
I phased through the door, entering the building. Mister sun watched over the city and people who slowly calmed down, uncaring of miscellaneous just happened.
Note:
Well, I've done it!
I didn't even get to fifth part but there's already a casualty.
But I will try to be as light as possible.