Vampire Story 5

My name is Anthony. Not Tony. Anthony.

Its been a long time since I was human. I don’t even remember when it happened. I never bothered with times or dates back then. We didn’t even have watches yet. The date never was very important. My only concern was if the sun was up or down. If it was up, I could not see, and it burned. My life became one long night.

I came to America at some point. I don’t know when, but it was by boat. The longer you go on the less you know. It slips away.

You almost immediately can’t remember who you were as a human.

You can’t remember your loved ones. That’s a good thing, as generally on the first night you eat them and don’t even remember. One night you are wounded and sick. The next night you wake next to the corpses of your wife and children, all ripped practically in half and you are covered in their blood.

I try not to kill anymore. I imagine the agony of the prey. When I feed from humans it’s not pretty. They die in agony. I don’t want to be a demon, but that is what I am. I know I had a family once and I know I killed them all.

I imagine what my wife and children went through. I imagine me dying, then waking up a monster. I think I remember we had a one-bedroom apartment in New York. I think we must of all slept in the same bed. I don’t remember my wife’s face or name, or my children’s names but I think I remember a little girl and a little boy. They would snuggle up beside us.

Then one day I died. I must have torn out all their throats. As far as I know none of them turned. I never saw them again.

I tried to repent. I went to the church, but then I ate the priest.

In order to feed I decided to serve in the military. Not literally, you can’t really join if you can’t serve in the sunlight. I did however go to the front lines. I was trying to kill myself, but quickly found out that bullets didn’t work on me.

In WW1 I would run across the battle field and jump into the German trenches. I would tear through solders a hundred at a time. I wasn’t even feeding most of the time, just butchering them. I could move so fast. I shot a few. I even used a sword that I’d stolen from an American officer that I’d fed on.

In WW2 I liberated one of the smaller concentration camps. By liberated I mean I ripped apart all the Nazis and left the gate unlocked. Electric fences don’t work on monsters anymore then bullets.

I stole a bunch of Nazi shit though. It’s been quite good on the black market to this day. Plus, when I sell Nazi shit to someone, I know who to kill next. You always get the shipping information. Then I take back what I sold and sell it to the next guy. Rinse and repeat.

Korea was boring.

I tried Vietnam but I honestly felt bad for the Vietcong. There was also the fire issue. Bullets can’t kill me, but I was not exactly trying to find out if Napalm can. In all the books fire kills vampires, but I’m more worried that it wouldn’t. If I was behind enemy lines tearing them apart and got Napalmed, would I die? Would I just live in agony? That’s what Napalm does to humans. I might heal eventually, but I might starve in the process due to not being able to move due to all the burned tissue.

I skipped Bosnia.

Iraq, the first Iraq war, was great. You don’t have to worry very much about the sun in the desert. I know that sounds like an ironic statement, but I don’t have to breath. I like to breath, it feels good, but if I don’t it doesn’t matter. Because of that I learned that I could just literally bury my head in the sand when the sun came up. Kidding a little, I would just bury myself entirely in the sand.

When night came, I could cross the desert fairly quickly.

This was back before the US bombed the hell out of the country.

They had a rich culture with beautiful mosques as well as great markets and shopping malls similar to anything in the west. That was where I would take my prey. I spent my nights in a beautiful culture, feasting on them.

Then the US blew up a hospital only a few blocks from me. I started to reconsider. Bullets I don’t really mind, bombs, I’m not too sure about. You would think as a demon I would be one the side of hellfire missiles and cluster bomb attacks, but bullets still hurt and I hope getting blown up will at least kill me again, though will it?

As a vampire I must kill to survive.

I went through a phase of just turning my prey. That was worse then killing. I created hundreds of us. Those went on to kill thousands, probably tens of thousands.

After Iraq, I decided to fly back to New York. I found an apartment, killed the landlord and signed the deed over to myself. You would be surprised how many banks are okay with that, especially if you murder most of an entire branch first then threaten to kill the last employee that will do the paperwork for you.

Since then I’ve been trying not to kill.

I buy blood from employees at blood banks. It’s very easy to convince them to sell you blood, once you make it clear that you will murder them and their whole family if they don’t. Also, a bunch of money sweetens the deal. Glad I took all that Nazi shit. I think I’ve sold a Nazi pistol about 100 times now.

And all those Nazis were tasty as hell.