Chapter 163
Chapter 163: Halloween
Which creature is easiest to imitate if you are a bloodsucking living nightmare? A vampire? Or perhaps a Dracula? These were the easiest choices for this party he was invited to. He contemplated not going, but he went on most of the social events that were held at university as a whole. He didn’t want to feel left out.
Ever since he became a vampire it hasn’t been entirely easy on him. He felt more thirsty that often which wasn’t quenched by any amount of water. Not to mention he noticed people’s pulse more. Like their neck, or their wrist, anywhere which can be a gateway to a satisfying blood meal.
He wanted to reach out to Karolyn, but he knew that there was only one way to deal with it. Point is he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with feeding off people. As for animals, he liked them. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt them either. Blood banks weren’t exactly accessible to him.
It was a huge risk, going out tonight for the party. But he didn’t want to end up becoming a recluse. He faintly remembered one of the wolves saying that he might have a better self control. He could just hope those words were right and that he would be fine this evening.
Even if he was a vampire he needed a costume change. Like red paint mimicking blood. Fangs were however not so necessary, although showing his real fangs might not be best. In fact he still had to learn how to bring them out voluntarily.
He wore his darkest clothes he could find in his closet, which was hard given he preferred lively colours more, so the darkest thing he had was a navy blue jacket. Luckily he had a black jeans along with it. Even if the combination of it looked quite funny, it worked for halloween.
Making an appearance at the giant party he tried to recognise who was who and what they came as. Few of them were simple, few of them a little more specific to be able to be detected by everyone.
.....
He walked down the corner to get some drinks. Ever since turned into a vampire he realised he had an uncanny resemblance to Alcohol. It was as if Alcohol was never absorbed by his system. While it saved him some public humiliation it made alcohol a useless drink, effect wise.
He was on his third cup when a sudden arm wrapped around him, “What sorrow are you trying to drown yourself in?” A familiar voice wearing an hobbit costume asked him. “I spotted you like from there...” he pointed at a few feet away, “You drank the entire bottle by the time I am here”. His friend chuckled.
“Jerry”! Warren greeted taking his arm off him. The pulse of his friend started to bother him subconsciously once more. “I’m just drinking. This party is fun”. He replied.
“Be careful friend, you don’t have your roommate to carry you back. And I won’t take his place cause I will be the last person to leave” Jerry snickered. Warren shook his head at his friend’s enthusiasm. Jerry was, what would call, a social butterfly. Not that Warren was antisocial but he could never match Jerry’s vigor.
Despite that they have been friends since day one of their college as they found each other to be benchmates. While Jerry was the first person to bother him when he noticed subtle changes in Warren’s demeanour once he turned into a vampire, he didn’t bother him for long. He was lucky Jerry was easy to distract, but he didn’t know how long he would manage to avoid his closest friend.
They had a casual chat which didn’t last for long as Jerry’s girlfriend Paige, who seemed to be dressed up as a fairy, showed up soon enough.
He was left alone by himself once more. He wanted to get a girlfriend too, but his plans backfired when he turned into a vampire. Even if more people were attracted to him now, he was sure they wouldn’t appreciate it if he drank their blood. Snorting mentally he noticed a skeleton staring at him.
He wondered who could possibly love a skeleton costume, although skeletons were a traditional horror costume, they weren’t exactly a popular choice. With the face almost covered it was hard to tell if that skeleton was looking at him or something that was near him or simply it appeared as if the skeleton was staring at him.
Getting a bit uncomfortable he decided to move away and found himself another secluded spot. Reluctantly he looked around for the skeleton. It didn’t seem that the skeleton had moved at all but it seemed that it’s gaze shifted at him. Warren wondered if it was his delusion of whoever was under that skeleton was after him.
With his friends gone he didn’t have people to protect him. Last time a teenage looking vampire was after his life, was it him under that costume? Was it someone who was somehow or the other way related to him? Should he fear for his life now? He wondered.
He decided it was best not to tempt fate so he tried to run away. He walked at a much faster pace but not so fast to alarm a regular human being. Although it won’t matter much given the drunken status of most of the people at the party.
He turned around for a moment to see if he lost the sight when he suddenly knocked over into someone spilling an entire glass. He stood there frozen as he stared intently at the pieces of glass shreds on the floor.
However what caused him to freeze was not the glass shreds but the drops of blood accompanying it. Right now he had a whole different reason to worry. He was worried he would be exposed. He was even more worried he would finally turn into a the murder he dreaded to become.
Which creature is easiest to imitate if you are a bloodsucking living nightmare? A vampire? Or perhaps a Dracula? These were the easiest choices for this party he was invited to. He contemplated not going, but he went on most of the social events that were held at university as a whole. He didn’t want to feel left out.
Ever since he became a vampire it hasn’t been entirely easy on him. He felt more thirsty that often which wasn’t quenched by any amount of water. Not to mention he noticed people’s pulse more. Like their neck, or their wrist, anywhere which can be a gateway to a satisfying blood meal.
He wanted to reach out to Karolyn, but he knew that there was only one way to deal with it. Point is he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He wasn’t exactly comfortable with feeding off people. As for animals, he liked them. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt them either. Blood banks weren’t exactly accessible to him.
It was a huge risk, going out tonight for the party. But he didn’t want to end up becoming a recluse. He faintly remembered one of the wolves saying that he might have a better self control. He could just hope those words were right and that he would be fine this evening.
Even if he was a vampire he needed a costume change. Like red paint mimicking blood. Fangs were however not so necessary, although showing his real fangs might not be best. In fact he still had to learn how to bring them out voluntarily.
He wore his darkest clothes he could find in his closet, which was hard given he preferred lively colours more, so the darkest thing he had was a navy blue jacket. Luckily he had a black jeans along with it. Even if the combination of it looked quite funny, it worked for halloween.
Making an appearance at the giant party he tried to recognise who was who and what they came as. Few of them were simple, few of them a little more specific to be able to be detected by everyone.
.....
He walked down the corner to get some drinks. Ever since turned into a vampire he realised he had an uncanny resemblance to Alcohol. It was as if Alcohol was never absorbed by his system. While it saved him some public humiliation it made alcohol a useless drink, effect wise.
He was on his third cup when a sudden arm wrapped around him, “What sorrow are you trying to drown yourself in?” A familiar voice wearing an hobbit costume asked him. “I spotted you like from there...” he pointed at a few feet away, “You drank the entire bottle by the time I am here”. His friend chuckled.
“Jerry”! Warren greeted taking his arm off him. The pulse of his friend started to bother him subconsciously once more. “I’m just drinking. This party is fun”. He replied.
“Be careful friend, you don’t have your roommate to carry you back. And I won’t take his place cause I will be the last person to leave” Jerry snickered. Warren shook his head at his friend’s enthusiasm. Jerry was, what would call, a social butterfly. Not that Warren was antisocial but he could never match Jerry’s vigor.
Despite that they have been friends since day one of their college as they found each other to be benchmates. While Jerry was the first person to bother him when he noticed subtle changes in Warren’s demeanour once he turned into a vampire, he didn’t bother him for long. He was lucky Jerry was easy to distract, but he didn’t know how long he would manage to avoid his closest friend.
They had a casual chat which didn’t last for long as Jerry’s girlfriend Paige, who seemed to be dressed up as a fairy, showed up soon enough.
He was left alone by himself once more. He wanted to get a girlfriend too, but his plans backfired when he turned into a vampire. Even if more people were attracted to him now, he was sure they wouldn’t appreciate it if he drank their blood. Snorting mentally he noticed a skeleton staring at him.
He wondered who could possibly love a skeleton costume, although skeletons were a traditional horror costume, they weren’t exactly a popular choice. With the face almost covered it was hard to tell if that skeleton was looking at him or something that was near him or simply it appeared as if the skeleton was staring at him.
Getting a bit uncomfortable he decided to move away and found himself another secluded spot. Reluctantly he looked around for the skeleton. It didn’t seem that the skeleton had moved at all but it seemed that it’s gaze shifted at him. Warren wondered if it was his delusion of whoever was under that skeleton was after him.
With his friends gone he didn’t have people to protect him. Last time a teenage looking vampire was after his life, was it him under that costume? Was it someone who was somehow or the other way related to him? Should he fear for his life now? He wondered.
He decided it was best not to tempt fate so he tried to run away. He walked at a much faster pace but not so fast to alarm a regular human being. Although it won’t matter much given the drunken status of most of the people at the party.
He turned around for a moment to see if he lost the sight when he suddenly knocked over into someone spilling an entire glass. He stood there frozen as he stared intently at the pieces of glass shreds on the floor.
However what caused him to freeze was not the glass shreds but the drops of blood accompanying it. Right now he had a whole different reason to worry. He was worried he would be exposed. He was even more worried he would finally turn into a the murder he dreaded to become.
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