Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

I knocked on Johnny's hotel room door. "Coming!," I heard him say from the other side. Johnny opened the door and said, "Please, come in!"

It was only me right now. I let Thistle and Penny rejoin the group. This felt like something I had to do alone. I stepped inside Johnny's room. It was neat and clean. There was a half eaten hot dog on the table, so I knew he was still Johnny inside, just changed for the better.

Johnny said down at a table and motioned for me to do the same. I did.

"I was just meditating. What can I help you with?" He said.

"Wow. Ok. That's different. I need to know where you buried Brandy's body," I said, remembering that he only knew Mel as Brandy.

"Oh, sure! I'll give you the address. It's just an abandoned plot of land on the outskirts of town. I'll draw a little map on how to get to the spot," he said.

He drew me a crude but effective set of instructions to get to where he buried the body. I put it in my pocket and got up to head out. "Well, thanks. I'm gonna go dig up a body now."

"Good luck," he said.

He was like a completely different person in terms of interaction and temperament. He knew all the same things and like all the same things that Johnny did for the most part, but he wasn't exactly Johnny anymore.

He was a good person now. It was weird. I guess that's what I asked for though when I changed him. I supposed it was better than the alternative. Having the old Johnny. Never knowing if he was going to double cross you for his own benefit or undermine or disrespect you in some way.

I got on my bike, The Phantom, and headed out onto the freeway. It was a couple hours ride back to the city that I grew up in. The city I came from. If you're wondering why I never same the name of the city, that's on purpose.

I don't want to tell anyone where I come from. Then they might be able to figure out who I am. I think it's best if that doesn't happen. For everyone involved.

I mentioned Mystic Creek's name because there are dozens of cities 2 hours away from Mystic Creek. You'd never be able to just guess which one was mine from that.

And sure, I did mentioned Bella Luna Cucina's name, but that's not the real name of the restaurant. I just made that up as a placeholder. It's important to stay off the grid as much as possible when you live a dangerous life like mine.

As soon as I got to the highway, I yelled, "Fuck!" It was gridlock. Cars weren't moving an inch for miles ahead of me.

[Would you like to activate your bike's Phantom mode?]

'What's that?'

[It turns the bike and the riders into phantoms temporarily]

'What does that mean?'

[It lets you phase through things. Basically, it lets you drive traffic. You can do other things with it, but that's its essential function]

'I see. Yeah, let's do that.'

A strange sensation of cold and weightlessness came over me as the bike and I entered Phantom mode. The bike and I became blue and transparent as we basically turned into ghosts.

I revved the engine and sped up towards the car in front of me. If it didn't work, I would smash into the car and get flung 20 or more feet through the air, but I had full confidence that it would work.

I passed through the car, and the passengers in the car. It felt weird having my molecules pass through and around other molecules, but I was sure I'd get used to it.

I turned so I was riding on top of a dotted line that marked the boundary of two lanes. This way I didn't have to pass through as many cars. I'd run through side mirrors, but not through entire people and vehicles.

I sped up since there was no danger and people could probably barely see me, if at all. I got to the city in record time. Under an hour and a half. When I pulled up to the address, I realized there was going to be a problem.

A building was being constructed on the plot of land and it was right on top of where Johnny buried Mel's body. I was lucky the building wasn't completed and in business. That would've been a whole ass can of worms I didn't want to deal with.

With a partially constructed building, I just had to smash my way through the floor and foundation, to the dirt beneath. I looked around the construction site to see if they had any locked up tool containers but I didn't find any.

So decided to used my fists, hands, and feet. Empowering my body with highly condensed Vi, I smashed my foot into the concrete flooring where I estimated Mel would be. Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

The floor shattered to pieces and cracks spiderwebbed out from the point of impact. Using my hands, I removed all the broken pieces of concrete that made up the floor and the foundation underneath.

Now that I was down to dirt, I began to dig, with my hands. That didn't work very well. I could get through the dirt just fine, but I couldn't scoop much with just my hands.

I thought of a solution. I made a shovel with blood manipulation and then began to dig with it. It functioned just like a normal shovel. After digging just five feet down, I hit something hard.

I went back to my hands and slowly uncovered Mel's bones. Once she was uncovered I hugged her bones. Tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my face as I cradled what remained of my best friend's body.

I sat there and cried in a deep dark hole in the ground, holding a corpse for more than 30 minutes. Once I was calm again, I picked her body up and carefully climbed out of the hole.

She was covered in dirt and I couldn't find a hose to clean her off with. She was just going to have to deal with being dirty as hell when she woke up. I laid her down on the concrete floor near the hole.

I wasn't sure if I could squirt the syringe onto her bones or if I had to actually inject it inside something, so I didn't something I thought was insane. I broke her lower leg bone in half and injected the syringe into the bone marrow inside.

Then I pushed the bones together and laid the skeleton out as close to correct as possible. I watched something started to happen. I watched as nerves and organs began to grow back.

Once that was done, her body grew back her muscles and tendons and sinews and ligaments. Then next was her skin. I can't describe what it looks like to watch someone grow their skin back, mostly because I looked away halfway through and threw up.

But of what I did see, I wouldn't recommend watching. I give it a zero out of ten rating. Both thumbs down. Then her eyes started growing back and I threw up again. Again, both thumbs down.

Once her body finally finished regenerating, I heard her take her first breath of her new life. I instantly picked her up and hugged and started bawling my eyes out again.

I know I'm this macho man and whatever, but I just couldn't hold it in any longer. This was too much for me to hold back.

"Dylan? What's wrong?" Mel said. She patted my back. "You can put me down."

I slowly and reluctantly set her down on her feet. I was still crying so hard, but I didn't sob. No noise came out of me.

"Why are you crying? Did something happen?" She said.

"What's the last thing you remember?" I said.

"Johnny stabbed me, but I punched him in the balls before he could get me again. I ran to your room and you opened it. I fell down, you caught me, and I told you I loved you. Then I told you I could feel myself dying and we kissed. That's it," she said.

"Ok. Now follow that logic, and start to wonder why you're covered in dirt and clothes that have rotted away. And why we're sitting next to a massive hole in the ground," I said.

"I couldn't have died. I'm alive now! I'm alive! I died?" She said, a dark gloom settling on her face. She looked down at the ground.

"Yes. You died. But you're back now. That's what's important," I said.

"How did you bring me back?" She said.

"Miracle medicine basically. It's hard to explain, but I kind of went to the future and brought back a medicine that could cure death," I said.

"You're not making any sense, but we'll get to that later. How long?" She said.

"A little over three years," I said, while looking at the ground.

"Three years? Three years?!?! Fuck! No! Fuck! This isn't happening. This is a dream!" She said.

"It's not a dream Mel," I said. "Now do you want that hug back?"

"Yes. Give me a hug and never let me go," she said.

I hugged her and she began to cry into my shoulder. I let her cry and just held her there.