Chapitre 184: 24. Candle In The Wind.
As I peered through the scope, eagerly waiting for my victim to appear, I couldn't deny the exhilarating feeling of power surging through me. It was my actions that would end this man's life, and he truly deserved it. This sense of almost godlike power was such a rush, even overpowering my ever-growing need for blood, at least for a short time.
Feeling this power in my mind made me feel alive. And I saw nothing wrong with that, considering this man was a villain, and eliminating him would do the world a favor. I understood that by taking him out, I would be saving countless innocent lives from his scientific curiosity turned deadly. The law couldn't reach him, so I became the answer. Of course, I could have approached it clinically and devoid of emotions, but where's the fun in that? I needed to feel, to derive pleasure from the act.
Besides, I had already ensured the safety of my team, made our mission public, and made sure Damon and Mariella became the stars of the show. They needed time to recover, but it also allowed the press to speculate and delve into their story before revealing their side in interviews and such.
The warm wind blew around me, a factor I had to consider to ensure my shot wouldn't go awry. I could smell the hint of autumn in the air, although it wasn't quite autumnal here. Christmas was fast approaching, but I wasn't sure if I would have a merry little Christmas this year, given my busy schedule. I knew it was unlikely for the pack to celebrate Christmas either.
Most likely, they would spend a significant amount of time in bed, indulging in their lustful desires, as they were creatures driven by their lust. For me, it didn't really bother me. Right now, all I needed was for my victim to step out, so I could snuff out his miserable life and relish in the taste of victory. It would be as close to perfect as possible.
I couldn't help but smile to myself, even though this rooftop wasn't the most comfortable place to be lying on my belly. I peered through the rifle, making sure to keep my body and nerves fully under control. It was crucial not to hesitate or let my nerves dictate my actions, as that could result in a missed shot, a warned target, and a botched operation. But I knew I was good enough at my job.
As I continued peering, something caught my eye. Oh my god, it was the strong demon king walking down the street. Damn, he would make the perfect meal, but I didn't have to act now. He was a regular at this club, so I could get him tomorrow too.
I hid my rifle, teleported near the demon king, and quietly followed him from behind as we reached a suitable alley. I attacked, grabbing him and teleporting us both to the alley. I sank my fangs into his throat and began to feast. The hot blood rushed into my throat, and in that moment, it was all that mattered. No targets, no schedules, just the taste of that perfect blood. I greedily swallowed, feeling the power starting to surge within me.
When I couldn't drink anymore, I released the demon king. He was panting and barely conscious. I rolled to sit in the alleyway, my eyes half-closed, thoroughly enjoying myself. Oh my god, this high was unlike any other. I wasn't in some dank alleyway that reeked of piss and puke. No, I was in a perfect place, feeling incredibly powerful. It was as if I could conquer the world.
I was floating on clouds, and time had no meaning for me. The demon king scrambled away, but I didn't care. I was as high as a kite, completely consumed by euphoria. There was nothing else but this feeling in my mind, although I couldn't fully control it, which meant that occasionally, someone in the pack like Charles or Adam would get a taste of it, too. Some of my feelings would bleed out either good or bad, alerting them subtly.
After a while, my high began to subside, and I was surprised to realize it was already midnight. It had been around noon when I was waiting for the man at the club, but now it was nighttime. I teleported back to the rooftop and sat there for a while, contemplating my next victim. I had originally planned to take out two more today, but my recent blood meal had rendered those plans unnecessary. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. As an immortal, I have plenty of time, so there's no need to rush.
I still felt pretty damn good, and it wasn't a big deal if I didn't kill them today. There will always be more victims. I walked off the rooftop, whistling happily. Even though I didn't manage to kill that guy, there were still others to deal with. Sometimes, you just can't get everyone. Maybe it was meant for me to kill that guy later on. Normally, I would be angry with myself because his continued existence could mean life or death for his potential victims. But now, those thoughts didn't cross my mind at all. It is what it is, and I was in too good of a mood to let those depressive thoughts bring me down.
I was at the top of my game. I walked up to my car and started driving to my next destination. I had planned something for the night, but as I looked at my phone, I realized I had missed it too. Oh well, I'll get the next guy tomorrow at noon. For now, I should head to one of my safe houses or bases and wait until the right time to strike. I had time and plenty of victims. Who knows what I might find as I walk through the city? Maybe someone to play with or something interesting. Everything was just perfect.
My life was pretty good, and despite everything, I felt pretty smug about myself. I was proud of what I had accomplished during this time. I had saved the pack and made things public, and now there would surely be a lot of trouble for the bad guys. It was all worth it.
A few nights later I had left my car at one of my safehouses and happened to come across a few kill lists in the city. With some free time on my hands, I decided to grab my guns, including my special Glock, and went on the hunt. I wasn't dressed as provocatively as usual, but I had decent clothes to blend in and find my victims. Along the way, I also managed to secure a few safety deposit boxes. Since this was a big city, there were always a few easy targets around, so I also grabbed some snacks.
As I strolled down the streets, I found myself once again singing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" on my way to the next bar to seduce my next victim. This was something I excelled at – it was my expertise. I was still riding the high of my previous successes, so I felt pretty good about myself. Because of my mental instability, which often caused me to lose focus on the task at hand, I easily got distracted by demons and other formidable foes I encountered. Consequently, I missed a few targets along the way, but my euphoria prevented me from dwelling on those failures too much.
By morning, I had only managed to eliminate three victims, whereas I could usually take down over ten. It was what it was. I drove to another nearby base, where I proceeded to have a real tantrum. Those idiots once again failed to do their jobs properly, bombarding me with unnecessary questions. I had to deal with a massive pile of procurement orders, test various guns, and ensure that the special bullets we found were sent to the right people for analysis.
"Do you really expect me to poison myself?" I yelled, my voice filled with frustration, as one of the guys brought a box of bullets into my office. "It's not safe for me to handle them. I have no idea if there are any traps set for me. Now, please secure them and send them to Williamson!"
The guy, Jorge something, who had recently joined the team and had never met me before, looked at me puzzled. He collected the bullets, muttered something, and quickly left the office. He was scared of me and it was all good. Little fear would keep him on his toes. I shook my head, feeling a strain in my neck. The bite marks on my neck were starting to ache. My two little ghosts, unable to do anything, shared their opinion. Too bad they were powerless.
Muttering to myself, I said, "I have every right to be upset if someone tries to poison me. That guy better learn his lesson next time. There's no need for him to make me feel bad when I give feedback. I'm tired of being treated like a lamb. I have the right to get upset, too. Or maybe he'd prefer me to be on life support after being poisoned." The pain subsided, and I muttered under my breath, "Just as I said, I have my rights. You should think twice before trying to teach me a lesson."
Feeling increasingly irritated, I decided to leave. I walked out, leaving my desk in disarray, and headed to my car. I drove off, once again in search of blood. It's frustrating how they don't understand the connection between my bloodlust and my emotions. If they upset me, I need potent blood to calm myself down. Finding a suitable source wasn't easy, as the nearest house was over two hours away. I had to drive all the way to my own house.
By the time I arrived, I was fuming. My hands were shaking, my stomach ached, and the need for blood consumed my mind. However, this wasn't the usual bloodlust. My vampire side was still dormant, and this was simply my addiction taking control. But I missed it. I missed everything that was wrong with me as I fully embraced it. I continued to hide my true state, not telling anyone, not allowing anyone to sense anything about me.
I walked into the room and headed straight for my bloodroom. With trembling hands, I grabbed five large bags of blood. Without bothering to warm them, I sat down and tore open the first bag. I quickly gulped down three liters in one go. By the time I moved on to the second bag, my hands had stopped shaking and I was starting to feel calmer.
As I began the third bag, I started to relax and truly enjoy the experience. However, it was soon empty as well. The fourth bag took some time, but it was worth it. With each sip, my high grew stronger and better. It must have taken me about an hour to finish it. Finally, I reached for the last bag. By this point, I was sitting with my eyes almost closed, savoring the sensation and feeling amazing. Everything was perfect, and I had completely forgotten about the incident that led me to this blood-fueled state. I saw nothing wrong with myself or my current condition. I was simply floating in my high.
When I finally came down from my euphoria, I realized I had spent two days in that state. Well, perhaps I needed some relaxation. I chuckled to myself as I gathered up the 13 empty bags and disposed of them in the trash chute. At least I had an amazing time, and now I could fully enjoy my life after all the hardships I had gone through.
I could see new targets to focus on. However, I still didn't realize just how messed up I truly was. The incredible high seduced my mind, and I remained oblivious to my deteriorating state. I saw myself as perfect as could be. Even when the need for blood would arise, I would find reasons to blame others for my irritations rather than looking within myself.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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