Vol 5 Prologue (1/2)
Prologue: The storyteller doth arrive!
It should have been a night to celebrate
The night he would finally break free of his past and take a new step towards the future
“…”
It was thein the silence of the rooftop
His name was James Sutherland
Just a few years ago, he was a seventeen-year-old engineer at a small furniture factory, with the resolute drealobally for his designs
But then ca point in his life
It was brought on by a being who both defied reality and description
A being more commonly known as a vampire
Thehis beloved, to whom he had promised his future, played back like a movie on the back of his eyelids
The s into the woate her or turn her into a living corpse All it did was tear out her carotid artery
The sensation of her blood spouting onto his cheek He could still feel it, clear as day
But today would be the end He would no longer be chained by such memories
He was not certain if the va he saw that day was just a hallucination But the war hi onto the ridiculous path of seeking out the vampire
And so, James Sutherland finally found an answer!
There was indeed a creature different from humans!
A vampire! His lover’s murderer, and his oorn enemy!
He stepped into a building where the va place
The huathered there must have been enslaved by the monster It occurred to him that perhaps he should kill theht every person on the premises, he quietly asked theed glances, each and every one, and told hi on the rooftop Although he was curious to know if these people kneas here to kill the vampires, he trusted what they told him and went up to the roof
And there, it happened
He came face-to-face with the terrible monster that stole his life away—the vampire!
“…Shut up”
‘Shut up’, he said
But his voice echoed aimlessly across the rooftop
After all, there was no one here to speak other than himself
“Shut up! Whose voice is this?! Where the fuck are you ya from?!”
“I’ just now—that was a silent voice One that doesn’t create vibrations in the air”
“!”
The voice was different froh his head It was a sound with a clear source—a sound created by an organis vocal cords
When Ja there
He had a suspicious pair of goggles over the top of his face Like a set of les cast a distorted reflection of Jaht Theblack hair glinted in a different way froles
He earing a black, high-end tuxedo, though without a necktie The top was obviously expensive, though unbuttoned,it very difficult to tell what kind of man he was
In front of this suspicious ht to say, ‘Shut up, you monster!’
“Shut up, you—…?”
At that moment he finally understood
The hts and speaking directly into his mind
“I see So I appear to be about twenty to your eyes Just to let you know, My time stopped when I was seventeen years old”
“shi+t… what the hell are you?!”
“I think you already know Of course, it looks like you want to deny that answer The fact that this creature you so wanted to kill could be so terrifying”
“…!”
The man felt it to his bones
He realized just what kind of a creature he was trying to murder
“I told you to shut up!”
He cried out again to dispel his fear—
“Shut up… shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up! ————! ———————————!! —!!!!! ——!! —————————!! —————————————!!”
Shouting won’t… Whoops Maybe I should say this out loud
“Shouting won’t stop me, you know I’m sorry to tell you this, but this is a hobby ofthem”
“————————————————————!! —————————AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Oh So you didn’t hear what I said out loud
Hey, I told you shouting won’t do you any good
A bunch of ‘aaarrrrggghhh’s? You’re just going to embarrass me
Well now I guess I’ll talk to you with this voice
Calm down
How’re you going to avenge the girl in that sorry state?
You’re going to draw that katana you have slung behind your back and try to behead me with a horizontal slice See? I told you so
“—————————!! ————————————————————!!!!!!!”
You’re an open book You know I’hts But you still pick and choose a target before you lunge Really, the pinnacle of stupidity You say you’re fighting for your beloved—your murdered lover—but that’s a co—
‘Please don’t put yourself in danger for my sake’
…right? But you’re selfishly picking a fight you can’t even win! With techniques so basic that even I can predict them! Heh heh heh Sorry I lied I lied just now It was a tiny piece of fiction Ifor your beloved And I bet this is what the girl’s thinking—‘Kill that son of a bitch even if it kills you Skewer the little shi+t until he screaefor her Hetting angry? You know, your girlfriend was pretty a when she wept in that voice Heh heh… Heh heh heh heh! See? Youreven easier to read I can see clear as day where you’re going to attack next
“…”
Oh You stopped
Did you overheat? Your mind is totally blank
I guess you did put your all into it Here, a sign of my respect I’ll talk to you normally
“I don’t bla confused I put a few dozen seconds’ worth of words into your brain in just a couple of seconds But that’s not enough to overload you If I wanted to, I could crahts, but sounds, smells, tastes, and sensations—all into your brain at once in a single cluht fry I’ about synapses to you, though”
“…”
“Oh Kneeling already? You’re shaking Covered in cold sweat, too You’d better not overdo it”
“…”
“Don’t make such a scared face C’ain”
“Agh… Uwaa…”
“…All fried, huhI guess the party’s over”
Oh, since we’ve corave a little piece of information into your mind
I’m not the one who killed your fiancée All that stuff I said earlier was justto provoke you
You seem to be under the impression that I’m the only vampire in the world Let me correct that
In other words, your co A complete misstep
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As James collapsed in a heap, the bespectacled vah vampires did not necessarily have to breathe, they still had the option of doing so Vampires inhaled, exhaled, and blinked in different ways depending on the individual, but most were similar to humans Some vampire-borns also breathed and blinked unconsciously, but the cause was still a topic of research a certain vampires
Realizing that he had sighed, the bespectacled va inside
“Eavesdropping, Dorrikey? You detectives and your sick hobbies”
(ha…?)
Reacting to the thought was another ‘ from the stairwell
(Like you’re one to talk, Mirald Unlike you, I can’t use telepathy, so I don’t knohat you said to thatdespicable)
Listening in to the sarcastic thoughts co from the stairwell, Mirald spoke out loud
“If you’re a detective, why not try and deduce what happened between h for you to figure so out”