The Vampiric Chronicles Part Two: Revelations Strike

Somehow I felt that the story I posted earlier wasn't at par much with the things that this new personality of mine has achieved... hence I opted to continue the story. Hey, I might even make a fanfiction about it!

To those who are following its mysterious trail of events, continue reading on:

Day after day John watched with a delicate stare at his maker, his mentor, Mark, during their nightly raids at the countryside or even when they are in the manor, where John now stayed, having been forsaken for his tainted identity. True, he satisfied his hunger for blood with the innocent that he takes in as victims, and at some point even animals suffer no mercy. But deep inside there really was that desire to even have a taste of his maker's blood.

But it was not until several weeks after he discovered his true wants that everything seemed to crash down upon him. It happened during dinner:

"I want to talk to you about something." John remarked, as the two vampires sat down for a meal of raw-cooked meat and a glass of blood.

"Oh, what is it?" Mark asked, a sly smile on his face.

"I... I think I may have a problem."

"A problem?"

"Night after night we stalk the countrysides and feast on the blood of the unwary and the innocent. But I fear it doesn't satisfy my hunger..."

Mark laughed.

"You wish to have a taste of my blood, then?" Mark suddenly blurted out, making John's insides freeze with sheer coolness. "Don't you?"

"I... n-no! I couldn't possibly do that!" John cried. "I have too much respect for you, you're my friend!"

"Oh, you speak truthfully, my friend." Mark said. "But your instincts betray you. I can tell by your stares that you hunger for me."

It was then that John understood: He had been staring at Mark longer than usual in the past few days that he seemed not to notice his maker staring back at him.

"Oh, but if that is what you want, then by all means." Mark said, inclining his neck a little for John to see, the latter's mind wracking with mad thoughts of pouncing on him and planting his fangs on his maker. "Take your best bite."

But John shook his head with an air of a confused person.

"N-No! I m-mustn't... I cannot do it!"

With that he stormed out of the manor, leaving a sinisterly smiling Mark.

It gets even more mysterious, ne? It's starting to sound like a real fanfiction! LOL