Dawn at Sunrise

CHAPTER ZERO

CHAPTER ZERO

I have never wondered what blood tastes like, but I do know that it tastes awful; it smells like iron. That was what the humans I have met said. And for the likes of us, blood is the only way of living; just as humans cannot live without consuming oxygen, we, vampires, must consume blood. It's been that way for several generations.

However, f**k that.

They did not even learn a thing. Vampires lived for so long that humanity even labeled them as being immortal, but f**k that. Vampires are the same as those fairytales in the children's book; they live as tales that will soon be forgotten. Blood can no longer be within our reach; we are the minority. What our fangs will do to their guns, just a tip of their fingers, and we're dead.

Oh, we're vampires, just like how vampires were portrayed in those bedtime stories; we have superpowers, but we're not entirely fairytales; we actually existed.

We are not immortals; therefore, those i***t vampires have ceased to exist.

And no, I am not the sole survivor. But I am alone; will I count as one?

This monologue must be longer than the breath that young man took.

It was too easy of a job; a single strike to his heart ended his life. He couldn't even ring the bell on his table to let his butlers know there was an infiltrator.

I sighed.

What could they do, though?

Ugh.

Waste my time?

Perhaps.

I sighed and, for the last time, took a glance at the young man.

He is Alexandre Andria. 74 years old, and the former President of this country, the Philippines.

“He was such a kind president back then,” I uttered, mimicking President Elect Rudolfo Rolands. “Does he know this guy is a phedophile and a gambler? ”

I laughed, but the laughter was held tight as soon as the cellphone in my hand vibrated.

“It took you so long," I said.

He laughed. “Well, sorry. You're an apple of the eye; I needed to entertain them, right? ”

I rolled my eyes.

“So, have you received the photos I sent? The job's done; will you allow me to escape now? My coffin's waiting for me,” I said as I paced at the opened window.

“Yes. Thank you for your service. And will you please stop asking me that as if you owe me your life? It's the other way around, you know? ”

I smiled.

“Sure, boss.”

Without missing a beat, I jumped out of the window. The cold wind waved at me as the moon bid me farewell before switching places with the sun.

And like the moon with no chance to come and greet the sun, I entered an old inn and let the shadows envelope me. Despite the darkness in this alley, I could clearly see the paintings on the wall; it was such art that deteriorates over time. There was nothing in this alley except for the long table placed beside the staircase. It serves as the reception area for this job.

A bell rang, and a man appeared.

He was holding a candle in one hand while the other refused to let go of the wooden cane that must be as old as him.

I let out a chuckle after remembering the child he used to be. Despite the drastic change in his appearance, he is still the child I once spared.

“How long will you serve me, boss? ”

He smiled.

The fire from the candle reflected on his eyes like it used to burn when he was a brat.

“Until you can finally see the sunrise.”