Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

"Dylan?" Mel said.

"Yes, Mel?" I said.

"I love you," Mel said.

"I appreciate that, but didn't you just say that a few minutes ago?" I said, laughing.

"Not for you. For you it's been years since I said that," she said. "And that time jump isn't funny! It's scary! I was a fucking corpse for three years! Fuck you for laughing!" She said this while still hugging me and crying into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Sometimes I laugh to keep from crying or thinking negative thoughts."

"Well, don't. That's not healthy. You're supposed to feel your feelings. Not avoid them," she said.

"Yes maam," I said. "I will do better, Mel. I promise." I hugged her harder.

"It's not fair. We were supposed to run away together and live on the road. I was supposed to eventually convince you to date and we were going to live happily ever after," she said.

"I know. Instead I ran away on my own and was homeless for a year before I met some other homeless people and we formed a band. And then we were homeless together for another year and a half before we finally got on our feet. Then some really crazy shit happened. You're not going to believe it when I tell you," I said.

"I'll believe anything you tell me, because it's you tell it to me," she said.

"That's very sweet, but what I'm about to tell you is going to defy logic and everything you know about the world," I said.

"That bad huh? Then what are you waiting for? Lay it on me," she said.

"I'm gay," I said.

"Ok, now, that I don't believe. What is it really?" She said.

"You're right, I'm not gay, but it's honestly more believable than what actually happened," I said. "So you know how vampires aren't real? How they're a myth people made up a long time ago and shit? Turns out they are real. And not only are they real, but one of them turned me into one."

"Wait, you're saying you're a vampire now? Immortal, charming, handsome, and allergic to the sun?" She said.

"Yes. Although I'm a special vampire called an omni-vampire. Which means sometimes I can withstand the sun for long periods of time and I have a ton of special powers. A ton. Apparently, I can make other monsters stronger through sex," I said.

"Oh, monsters are real too. Werewolves, dragons, and the lot. And you know how my mom died when I was young? I brought her back to life sort of. And it turns out she's a vampire goddess. That's why I'm a special vampire. Because I'm her son."

"Ok. Doesn't change how I feel about you," she said.

"Ok. I have a harem of monster women," I said.

"I'm not surprised. You're kind, understanding, well spoken, handsome, and hung. What's not to like?" She said.

"That doesn't bother you?" I said.

"No. I actually think it's kind of hot. Can I watch you have sex with them?" She said.

"Sure. You can join in too. Whatever you want. You're still my best friend. Even after all this time. And I think I want to be more than that," I said.

"Yeah? Did you finally get over your hang ups?" She said.

"Some of them, but not all. I feel that if you don't have at least one hang up, you're probably not human," I said.

"Yeah, but you're not human," she said. "You're a vampire."

"True," I said. "You got me there."

"Yeah, buster. It's about time you fixed yourself," she said. "And I don't mean sexually. I like your balls too much."

"That's clever," I said. "What about you? Are you saying you're perfect?"

"Of course I am. You were always the one with problems. I knew who I was. Why do you think you're so hung up on me? It's because I'm perfect," she said.

"Ha ha ha," I said. "Humble, much?"

She lightly punched me in the chest. "I died, remember? Let me have my moment," she said.

"I'm trying to!" I said, putting my hands up in defense.

There was a long pause, and then Mel said, "So what happens now?"

"You live with me and the other girls. I worship the ground you walk on. You decide whether you want to become a vampire and fight in my army of darkness against another army of darkness, or not. And then we move forward with your decision. Simple as pie," I said.

"I could really go for some pie right now. And new clothes. And a shower. Not necessarily in that order," she said.

"I can make all of those things happen for you. In whatever order you want. You're my princess of the month. My girl of the day. My lady of the…" I said.

"Don't you dare say 'night'. As of now, I officially don't do that anymore. I'm your woman, and your woman only. Just like I always wanted to be," she said.

"Always wanted to be? Why did you wait so long to tell me?" I said.

"I was working my way up to it," she said. "I just had to get stabbed to work up the courage. What's that saying? When you get stabbed… you usually die shortly after. That's not it. Oh well, whatever. I don't know where I was going with that."

"Me neither. That train of thought not only derailed, but then it flipped onto its side and smashed through a school bus full of kids," I said.

"Yeah, that wasn't my finest moment, but I get a pass, because I died," she said, giggling. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

"How long are you going to pull that card?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"As long as it takes," she said.

"As long as it takes to what?" I said.

"To win, of course! Silly!" She said, playfully punching me again.

"I'm going to ignore the fact that that makes no sense, pick you up, put you on my motorbike, and take you for a ride. You tell what you want to do first," I said. I picked her up and started walking towards my bike.

"You have a motorbike now? Sexy! You really aren't the same Dylan I left, are you?" She said.

"Nope." I said. "That kid died a long time ago. Now I'm just Dylan."

"Well, Just Dylan, I was thinking we grab me some clothes that cover my massive tits at a department store or something and then get something to eat. I'm starving! And yes, that was another joke about dying," she said. "I'm allowed to make those now."

"Yes, you are," I said, as I set her on the back of my bike. I gave her my helmet, and started up my bike. Then we rode off into the night. To find a department store that sells clothes for women with giant breasts.