— darkness of the past ; wjs&cjr
[ @sullixmc]
This had been the second time Wang Jackson found himself in Europe. It had never been a continent that attracted his attention. This was something he couldn’t lie about, because it had been his father’s idea to send him to study in United Kingdom, in the first place. Business had never been one of his passions, but Medicine wasn’t one of them either. It had only been a mere whim of his genius mind. Completely absorbed in his thirsty of blood, there was only one thought in his mind – killing.
That was exactly what had happened a few hours ago. Covered in blood, the man went back to the hotel, entering it through the window of his room. Skipping the bed, he washed the dried blood on his hands, before he turned the old bathtub. Watching the water filling the bathtub, he didn’t wait for it to be completely filled before he hid himself under the hot water. It was burning his cold skin, but he didn’t feel anything. Jackson was still wearing his bloody clothes and because of the blood, it didn’t take long for the transparent water to turn bright red. The vampire didn’t need to breath, but it didn’t take him long to come to the surface, still feeling the adrenaline running through his veins. A couple of hours had passed, but the human blood was still very alive in him.
It was only when he was out of the bathtub and completely dressed that the Hong Konger noticed the wound on his leg. Frowning slightly, the vampire sat down on his bed to look down at the blood that was shedding from the wound. Jackson was a vampire, but why wasn’t the wound closing?
The sky was still dark when the young vampire left the hotel. Looking up at the gloomy clouds, he walked down the empty streets of the city. Where was he? Jackson didn’t even know in which city he was. Trying to avoid London, he remembered being in Rome, but was he still in Italy? The ecstasy of the blood had probably brought him somewhere else. His hearing was blocking any sounds around him, even if the streets were practically empty.
Not wishing to have anyone around him, Jackson sneaked into an alleyway, hoping that he would have some peace there. But that was when he felt a sharp pain in his leg. Stumbling lightly, the vampire lost his balance. Both of his hands pressed against the wall of an abandoned building, closing his eyes tightly at the feeling. Why wasn’t it healing? Sitting down on the dirty floor, he touched his cloth of his pants, feeling the pads of his fingertips stained with some sticky liquid. Because of the lack of the lights, Jackson had to bring his fingers close to his nose. That was when he sensed the blood. It was still bleeding. Cursing under his breathing, he was already losing the notion of space. His vision was getting blurred, letting out a groan of pain.
That was when Jackson heard an unfamiliar voice.