Gold - Good Vampire

The clock tower of the park rang five times.

At least in school, there were a lecture, snoozing friends, mesmerizing pattern on the ceiling, I don't know, something to focus on. Or at home. My computer, phone, comic, even a book.

I did try to use my phone with the magical orange again, but my mom had called. I answered the call with my orange, but couldn't make a sound. A pure panic of her could be felt without being near her. Unanswered hello banged my heart, do I even have a physical heart now, and minutes later the call ended. Since that I was too afraid to take it out again. It may rest in my mysterious storage a lot longer.

But there was a progress too. I was getting used to using my psychokinesis power. There were two ways of performing that. The first was using my hands to image. But it was really awkward. It felt like I was moving things with a long, flexible stick attached in my hand. The other way was just focusing hard for how I want to move the object with. It was precise, but using it really tired me out. I think I can't use it more than ten in a row.

And both of them could not be performed when I was intangible.

Sweet scent filled my head. Walking people everywhere, looking for their dinner. I could use another candy.

Can I eat a normal food? Not human resources.

Uh, do I have cash?

I, really didn't want to steal stuffs. Of course, I could phase in the bank and take money with ease,

oh.

That was a food for thought, but I should save that for dinner. But, I'd rather do that than steal many poor shops. Banks are rich, they will be all right, right? I don't get caught in camera, I can phase through anything, and when I am in ghost… standard mode I don't need light to see.

Nooo, I can't un-think of it now. I didn't want to spend next ten hours for planning. I should explore this place. This street is full of banks, though.

Was I this adventurous? The reason behind me having a rootless fear of cops is that I am a bad guy?

I eat human, I don't show on mirror, and you shine in the sunlight.

I have a flaming fire on top of head. I always light, so don't connect with that horrible romance fiction, dear me.

Hey, admit it, I enjoyed reading it.

There was nothing readable in school library. Of course I prefer junk over crap.

Whatever, candle vampire.

That was the most unthreatening speculative beast name ever existed.

But I don't want to be threatening. People running away at the sight of me isn't what I have in mind.

But if I eat more humans that will inevitably happen.

I am a cute candle creature. Wow, that rhymed too.

No it didn't, don't smile like an idiot. I followed my internal critic. And from my knowledge of mythological creature, every tiny and cute animal in look are evil abomination.

Since when?

Tinkerbell.

I laughed at my wit. That was good. From now on I will use that joke in every Internet community I have access to.

But in all seriousness, bank robbing is super villain's living.

Who am I kidding, there is no such thing like a good vampire.

Why can't be? If I only eat bad people, then would that get me closer to good side?

By the way why am I trying to be a hero?

I should give something to humans if I take their members.

I've been like this for little hours and I'm already alienate myself from human.

I rubbed my head at way-too-fast change of my perspective. Uh, wait, the wick of my head had melted to my right eye.

I tried to rub it off, unsuccessfully.

Mirror!

I went out of my bush, ignoring others, and went to the nearest glass building. Without my real sight they only looked like a mess of sweets, so it was easy to not care. I went to the bakery and turned myself corporeal. When I first woke up with my body I had two functional eyes, but now my right eye was covered.

Had I been like this when I was in the building? I didn't know. The lone lobby lady showed me her photo but it was taken from my back. I didn't see my front one.

This would greatly decrease my… range of sight. The word is pov, right? POV, Perspective of Viewer… no, that's not right. What was the P-word for that?

One thing I know for sure is, a dramatic change of perspective this is. The height changed, number of eyes changed, and the sense I use to perceive the world has changed. I thought this is the sense of smell hours ago, but I think this is more of taste. I taste the surrounding when I can't see. What kind of snake candles are again?

V

Venomous kind.

Candle burns, and the venom of snake burns. The riddle has been solved.

It was the night time. The banks had closed long ago, though they must be people working. Now those workers were leaving too.

I ran to the bank, the opposite side of the street. There were strangely lack of cars on the road. I knew that I cannot be stopped, but still, I was committing crime.

I stopped in the middle of the road. I am committing crime! I am a criminal!

Somehow that felt much worse than being a monster in shape of candle. Of course I ate a woman earlier today, but that was the way I had to live with this body now. Sooner or later that had to happen. But bank robbing? Do I really need to do this? It felt like I'm actually breaking something.

Yes, I already made a decision. Rather robbing every store whenever I need to buy something, just rob the bank once. That was my conclusion. Of course I won't need to buy anything to survive one day, but there is this strong feeling that I will never transform back to human.

If all of this is still a dream, then I am in a coma, robbing an imaginary bank.

I began to move again, and went through probably the strongest wall I have ever encountered. But physics couldn't stop me.

Empty lobby of the bank made me feel like the time has stopped. The ruins after zombie apocalypse, here I am, stealing money instead of something more practical, like guns or foods.

Haunted and eating humans. Am I a zombie.

I'd rather be a vampire, thank you very much.

I looked around for the sign directing towards the vault. There wasn't.

Well, what'd be the point of it if the only people go there would already know where the vault is?

The point! POV is Point of View in short. Sudden call of my dictionary told me. But no, you know, how wide I can see with my eye is not point of view. What POV was that?

Gah, I know this, I really know this, gaming term, but I can't just remember. What does the POV stand for?! Help me out, my internal voice!

I am just a humble voice with opposite opinion to make better decision, a figment of imagination. I'm not the dark side nor conscience. Read too much bad fictions, didn't I? I can't remember what I don't remember.

Thank you, useless.

That was a self-stab.

I couldn't find the vault nor the word. I tried turning one of the computers on, but it didn't work. It seemed that it had no power.

Where would be the vault? Probably underground. I searched for the emergency stairs and went down, soon to be met with a giant iron door. I phased through.

I went out after bewildered at what was inside. No, I can't. I was too scared to steal all that money. Actually, I couldn't even have a courage to touch them. Of course my hands would phase through but that's not the point. I was just not allowed, that's what I had in mind when I saw those pile of cash, bills, golds, whatever. Like a vampire exposed by the holy cross, I stepped back from the sense of crushing wrongness.

Wow, just how small I am. Even under the perfect circumstances, I couldn't just do it. At least, I couldn't go that far. That was funny considering what I'd done in this morning.

I slid to the entrance like a defeated and depressed troop. On the bright sight, I was too good for it. But I was a narrow minded thief who will have to steal from small shops that are barely self-sustainable. Not yet, but going to.

I confronted the lines of ATM on way out. I halted at those, as an idea that's not yet untranslatable into words. It was, it was…

I went through the bottom of ATM. With a tiny body, I could fit inside of the machine. There were stacks of bills in the machine ordered. Yes, I was more of these kind of person. Petty.

After taking enough cash, which required emptying every ATM in the bank, I went out of the bank from the side. I went to where I was in the midday as I looked around nervously. After arriving the flowerbed, I ordered my flame to take out the cash.

The flame spat out my wallet I had forgotten all along.

I blinked at this revelation. Had I filmed the bank heist for no reason. Apparently.

That's… not unusual, right? Anybody would rob the bank when they know they won't be found out or face the consequence. But still that was an adventure I never dreamed of. Never.

Can I even go to my home? I had to be visible to pick up the money, and the CCTV could've got me inside of ATM. Very unlikely, but maybe. Will they search for a candle? The wanted criminal candle creature there we go?

But strangely, that made me not to wish to return to my dull old self. I did not like the school. If I am really the only Halloween candle monster in this entire planet, I could give up my poor mom. You know, everyone has their mom. But this metamorphosis is super unique event, the odds of one per seven billion unique. Plus, I could see my mom with this body too. I didn't sacrifice my family for this. Not that I will even if I had to, won't I? Won't I?

I toyed my wallet with my hands. Even if I became a fugitive, I could always run. In a walking speed of humans, but they can't follow me phasing through concrete. This jungle of buildings was the perfect place to hide.

Now, the news maker, what should I do with all this money?

Note:

The big day ended! Finally.