Chapter 63 Dear diary

Marylin’s POV…

I never thought vampires and other mystical creatures existed, until I became one myself. I was killed after a rampage in the tavern where I worked, one of the stupid drunken men, Jack, who was one of our regular customers, started a shooting spree after gunning down a man he had lost a bet to.

After seeing that bullet in my chest, I dropped to the ground and closed my eyes, thinking that was the last I would see of this world, I bled profusely, feeling the impactful pain from the bullet. It was time to leave this world, all I could see was a dark space. I thought I had left until I opened my eyes again.

Now, I wasn’t in a hospital, or any other place of healing. I wasn’t in heaven, no, I was lying down in a mortuary, along with other dead bodies. Jack’s body was also there too, right beside where I lay. I sat up and looked around. Other bodies from people who had died in the shooting were also there too.

The thing that surprised me the most was that although I had been shot, the bullet wound in my chest wasn’t there anymore, no blood, no injuries on my body, nothing. Even my former scars had disappeared. I felt different. It was as if I had a new life inside of me.

I was happy, God had given me a new chance at life, my husband would have been devastated if he found out I had died in that tavern he had warned me about severally. But my happiness was cut short when father Jacob, one of the priests in my church, entered the room where I lay and told me what I had become.

“Hello Marylin, how are you feeling?” He asked me.

“Hello father, I feel better than I used to, I feel very different.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Where is my husband? I want to see him.” My sweet loving husband, Gerome. If only I had listened to him, then this wouldn’t have happened. I am only thankful to God that I was able to survive this accident.

“Don’t start thanking God now,” father Jacob said. “And I am afraid you will not be able to see your husband ever again.”

I was supposed to question the fact that he read my mind without hearing any words from my mouth, but I was more concerned about the fact he just said I couldn’t see my Gerome ever again.

“But why?” I asked him.

“You may not understand now Marylin, but you are not a human being anymore.”

I looked at father Jacob more closely, had he gone mad?

“I know it sounds absurd to you Marylin, but turning you into a vampire was the only way to keep you alive, and now that you are one, you can never see your husband or your family ever again.”

I got up from where I lay and began walking out through the door. I would not stay there and continue to listen to father Jacob. Vampire, humph. Who did he think he was to be telling me I couldn’t see my husband?

“Marylin!!!” I heard father Jacob’s voice call out behind me but I ignored it. I did want to insult a man of God to his face, even though it was very tempting to do so with the way he talked.

I bumped into one of the mortuary staff on the way out. I saw the shock in his eyes, I knew that he was wondering how a dead body they brought in here suddenly resurrected without any signs of wounds or injuries.

But he wasn’t the only one that became surprised. I then began to hear his heat beating, pumping blood. It was beating so loudly and suddenly; I began to feel a raging hunger in my stomach. I surprised myself by dragging him closer to me and sinking my fangs deep into his neck. Why was I drinking blood from a human being? And why did he taste so good? I couldn’t control myself, I kept on drinking and watched as life slipped away gradually from that poor worker’s face. By the time father Jacob reached where I was with him, it was too late. I had already killed him.

Father Jacob looked at me with the dried-up corpse in my hand, shaking his head. I just kept on asking myself numerous questions. What have I done? What did father Jacob do to me? Am I a monster now? He pointed at the dead man in my hand and continued speaking.

“That is the reason why you can never see Gerome again.”

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Back to the present…

Joana dropped the diary after reading about Marylin’s first human meal. Just like her, she couldn’t stop. She was lucky that other experienced vampires had surrounded her while she fed on a human back in China, else she would have killed that young man.

She looked around her room and noticed the wreckage she had caused. Somehow, reading about Marylin and relating it to her experiences made her feel a bit better, even though she wasn’t healed completely. She got up from the floor where she sat, placed the diary on her bed and began to arrange the room.

She put everything back in order, and was glad that she hadn’t caused too much damage. Thankfully the indicator stopped her right on time.

After she was done arranging, she began to feel hungry. Maybe reading about Marylin feeding made her realize that she hadn’t eaten in days, but she needed to find something to eat now if she wanted to live long enough to open the next page. It was daytime, and everyone had gone to sleep. She went into the kitchen, hoping she would find something and she did.

Thankfully, caring Edmund had left her a bowl of blood in case she needed to eat.

She gulped down the bowl and although it wasn’t enough, it would keep her until it was nighttime when she could go out to hunt.

She then returned to her room and picked up the diary and continued reading about Marylin’s other vampire experiences.