What It's Like Being a Vampire

The middle-aged man’s body, already like that of a rag doll, seemed to dissolve all at once, clinging to Gerald’s arm as if it were melting onto it.

Gerald sensed something was wrong. Instinctively, he tore off his own arm and threw it aside.

He didn’t dare to look at the detached arm he’d thrown into a corner. Instead, he hunched his back and squeezed through the metal door. Though the door was much smaller than his size, it felt as large as a basketball court compared to the box he had squeezed through in Bratislava. The exertion was, in a strange sense, “relaxing”.

However, as he just managed to contort half of his body through, he found his detached arm undergoing a bizarre transformation. His muscle fibers were writhing, extending, and merging like a myriad of fish thrown ashore.

Although he was capable of regenerating his mutilated limbs and healing his wounds within a short span, what was happening now was too fast. The “fluttering” muscle fibers on his arm gave him a strange sense of detachment as if they no longer belonged to him.

Gerald glanced subconsciously at the corner of the room where his arm had fallen and was shocked to find nothing there but the remnants of the middle-aged man’s pants!

Knowing that his limbs and blood, once detached from his body, would eventually disintegrate into dust after a certain time, Gerald was baffled. His dismembered arm had been entangled by the man’s peculiar body, and the sudden disappearance of both, coupled with the strange changes and sensations on his arm stump, could not be unrelated.

Gerald hesitated, wondering whether to deal with his abnormal arm first or force his way out and find a safe place to stay. Suddenly, the regenerating tissues on his right arm converged into a large lump. Then, two holes ripped open on the lump, and two eyeballs popped out, eerily rolling around.

Gerald was taken aback. Even though his current appearance was already horrifying, encountering this terror on his own body, something he could not control, filled him with panic and fear.

Gerald abandoned his initial plan to escape immediately, retracting back to the metallic enclosed space where he was trapped, intending to handle his right arm first.

Having broken his left arm in half to fit through the metal door, the arm hadn’t healed yet. Gerald stretched the increasingly strange lump on his right arm, now resembling a human face, into the gaping mouth on his belly, attempting to bite off and chew up the now alien-feeling right arm.

Amid the crunching sounds, the abnormal lump that “grew” from his arm stump was chewed up without resistance, but strangely, no remnants or blood seeped out of his belly mouth.

Gerald quickly pulled out his right arm to discover it was gone, but his belly mouth was now filled with odd lumps of flesh.

Panic began to set in for Gerald as he realized that this thing was far more formidable than it first appeared.

Moreover, those who trapped him here possessed terrifying and inconceivable abilities. Ordinary “Blood Beasts” or “Blood Clan” members couldn’t possibly break in.

In that case, either it was deliberately let in,

or it possessed formidable powers that allowed it to deceive his captors, silently dispose of the “Short Fat Giant” that kept him imprisoned, unlock the unique chains on his body, and shield the discordant magical sounds that seemed to play endlessly.

Gerald knew neither of these options was good news.

Just as he was hesitating about how to handle the lumps of flesh filling his mouth, another bizarre transformation occurred. A head “grew” out of his mouth, followed by a body, and two thin arms clawed at his upper and lower jaws, like a man trapped in a “mouth” trying to crawl his way out.

But in reality, the lower half of this “human” was directly connected to the tongue and lower jaw in the mouth; its body parts seemed to be getting their nutrients from Gerald’s gigantic mouth.

With tremendous shock, Gerald discovered that the person crawling out of his mouth was as long and flat as his head, and had the same two black beady eyes as him, two holes for a nose, no mouth on its head, and extremely slender arms — it was merely a mini-copy of him!

Gerald wanted to shut his mouth, to chew it into pieces, yet he found his mouth was no longer under control, and he could not close it!

He frantically tried to pull the ‘person’ out of his mouth using his restored left arm, but as soon as his hand reached out, it was tightly wound by the ‘person’s’ two slender arms, and then pulled towards the waist and abdomen which were rapidly growing and stretching from his massive mouth.

Next, Gerald, in disbelief, discovered that the ‘person’ who had ‘grown’ from his own gigantic mouth had also ‘grown’ a vast mouth similar to his own on its waist!

His hand was dragged into the mouth on the ‘person’s’ stomach, where it was chewed and swallowed.

Gerald fell into a state of madness, and he aggressively pushed his stomach against the surrounding metal walls, attempting to smash the ‘person’ ‘growing’ out of his mouth, but even with a broken and bleeding head and a twisted neck, the ‘person’ quickly recovered, continued growing from his mouth, and kept gnawing at his body. ȐάΝɵВËṧ

Gerald had lived for two hundred years. He had killed many people, drunk a lot of blood, witnessed various ‘blood clan’ and ‘Blood Beasts,’ experiencing many terrifying and bloody scenes — most of these scenes were created by him, and he himself was synonymous with blood and terror.

But the current feeling of losing control of his body bit by bit, palpably being devoured and replaced bit by bit, yet being helpless — the fear and despair brought by this feeling were indescribable.

Two months ago, he had just awoken from a deep slumber, had just left his sarcophagus, had just planned to demonstrate his power to the world, when he was helpless against that ‘yellow dwarf giant’ who fell from the sky carrying a strange weapon.

At that time, he thought he was facing an absolute, insurmountable force; the strange weapon that pulverized limbs was his worst nightmare.

But by now, he would rather have been ground into powder by that strange weapon two months ago.

Gerald again tried to squeeze through the metal door, but this time, he was not trying to escape the place that confined him, but instead, he was hoping to get help from the people who detained him.

His mouth was blocked and filled by the ‘person’ ‘replicating’ him, and he could no longer control it or make any sound.

Now he no longer hoped for freedom, he didn’t even hope to survive, he merely wanted a quick end to this torment.

Regrettably, the ‘person’ growing frantically on his body didn’t intend to give him this mercy.

His body could not squeeze through the metal door because most of his limbs and body parts had lost control; in contrast, he was stuck at the door, and could only watch, wide-eyed, as the ‘person’ kept growing from his body and devouring him.

Twenty minutes or so, neither too long nor too short.

After Gerald’s consciousness was wiped out completely, a ‘human figure’ that was a few sizes smaller than the previous Gerald appeared in the mortuary.

Of course, the size was smaller only in comparison to Gerald’s large body. This now ‘human figure’ was still nearly two meters tall.

It looked extremely similar to Gerald, with an elongated head, with only two pitch-black eyes and two nostrils, and a mouth located on its stomach. Its hands and feet were exceptionally long.

It idly stood in the morgue for a while before slightly inclining its body and opening its belly-mouth, letting out a deep roar. It then spewed out a series of Latin words, followed by English, then turned into Chinese: “Good…hehe…good… So…hehehe…this place… a good hunting ground.”

Its two glossy black eyes were directed at the morgue’s door as it casually walked towards it and kicked it open with one foot.

A massive force erupted, causing the locks on the morgue door to burst open immediately. The door clashed against the walls on both sides as the “human-shaped creature” strode outwards.

…

These twenty odd minutes were equally excruciating for Old Qian and Korowin as they waited outside.

Especially after the sound of heavy object hitting the floor and strange human sounds, the two were constantly on alert for any noise, immediately reporting it to the team leader through the walkie-talkie. However, the responses they received were similar to what Dr. Xia had said earlier, telling them to continue to monitor, raise their vigilance and keep an eye on the door.

As the morgue filled with an increasing number of clashes and shrieks, the two became increasingly tense.

Further, they noticed that they were obtaining more and more “intuition” from the environment around them through their “spiritual test” tools — the watches and rings on their bodies.

They couldn’t see the scene inside the morgue and could only hear a limited range of sounds, but via the “spiritual test” tools, they were able to “know” that two creatures were fighting fiercely inside. This type of perception was very mysterious and gave them the clearest and strongest feedback since they received their individual “spiritual test” tools.

One of them, naturally, was the “Old Vampire” they had personally extradited back from Slovakia, and the other, unsurprisingly, should be the “corpse” that was just brought in.

It turned out that the target of this mission was indeed that “body”.

Upon sensing that only one “creature” remained in the morgue, both of them started to feel nervous and scared as they realized that the remaining “creature” might be about to come out.

They also had an intuition that the remaining “creature” wasn’t that “Old Vampire”.

Albeit their instinctive urge to flee, Old Qian and Korowin were instructed to continue guarding the door after their request. Hence, they could only muster their courage and stay.

Apart from their respective “spiritual test” tools, they didn’t have any weapons. Of course, if they were dealing with a mutant of the “Old Vampire’s” caliber, ordinary weapons wouldn’t mean much anyway.

They could only hope that the “creature” inside the morgue wouldn’t come rushing out, or that Dr. Xia and team would arrive in time.

However, their first hope was dashed as the door to the morgue was kicked open.

The sight of the “human-shaped creature,” an “Old Vampire” that appeared somewhat shrunken in size, striding out of the morgue, gave Old Qian and Korowin an intuitive feeling — this thing was far more terrifying than a genuine “Old Vampire”.

“Captain! Dr. Xia! It’s come out! It’s kicked the door open!” Old Qian shouted loudly into the walkie-talkie.

“What do we do? What do we do?!” Korowin also yelled in heavily accented Chinese.

“Focus your attention, go to feel.” The voice from the walkie-talkie was again Dr. Xia’s.

Her voice sounded very calm and composed, giving them a very certain feeling, but her words were somewhat exasperating.

“Go to feel” must have referred to the “spiritual test” tools they had on them. They indeed felt a stark threat and had set up a deep connection with the environment through the “spiritual test” tools, as if a fish in water sensitive to any changes in its surroundings.

However, this deep connection and strong perception, for now, had only one purpose — the premature detection of threats.

But what use was detecting threats if they could not flee?

When the “human-shaped creature” started charging at them with its gaping belly-mouth open, they could no longer handle the tension and turned to flee.

No sooner had they both started running than a powerful gust of wind emerged from behind them. They tripped and fell, their walkie-talkies flying out of their hands. Turning around, they saw the “human-shaped creature” had pounced near and was reaching out its long hands towards them, filling both with sheer despair.

But the creature’s long hands didn’t manage to touch them. A black figure unexpectedly appeared in front of them, as if it had teleported.

“You’ve done well,” said the figure dressed in black armor covering its entire body, firmly grabbing the humanoid creature’s long arms. The voice, tinged with a bit of laughter, continued, “Leave the rest to me.”

The next moment, the “Black Armor” was hurled onto the ceiling by the humanoid creature, causing the entire ceiling to collapse.

However, “Black Armor” immediately shot down from mid-air, emitting a white light all over his body. He hugged the “human-shaped creature” and rammed it into the corridor wall, then stepping back two meters in mid-air and continuing to collide, taking the humanoid creature through the wall.

Watching the “Black Armor” and the “human-shaped creature” disappear into the big hole in the wall, Old Qian stammered, “That seems to be… Mr. Liang?”

Korowin also recognized Mr. Liang’s voice and mumbled, “That black armor… could it actually be the legendary ‘Attached Spirit’?”

The two looked at each other, seeing the excitement in each other’s eyes.

The fear they had felt in that life-or-death moment seemed to have disappeared.

…

At the hospital parking lot, Tang Baona, Yang Zhen Er and Xiao Pingguo jumped excitedly off a black modified truck and bolted towards the main building, which had been segregated from other areas due to renovation, upon receiving Dr. Xia’s notification.

In that main hospital building, Li Shibao, Yang Zhuo and Liu Zhengyi, who had been on standby on the third floor half an hour ago, also received the notification. They opened the box next to them and began to mount their equipment.

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