Vampire Revenge: Blood, Sex & Violence

When Pablo went down to the street he did so with a sweatshirt on despite the heat that was already in Barcelona, ​​he was wearing his sunglasses but even so he tried to go as far as he could in the shade on the street. This was a new world, a new opportunity. At the moment, he was a vampire soul trapped in a human body, he would have to start from the beginning.

He was a Justicar, he had been following this new and modern world for seventeen years, which seemed to be even crazier than the times he had lived in. But with so much information at his fingertips, he just had to start getting organized.

Pablo looked at the time on his phone, it was 9 in the morning, it probably wouldn't bring him anything, but he decided to go on an excursion. He didn't think he would find any clues, but it was more a matter of nostalgia, seeing to what extent his people had erased their traces from this society.

Between taking the commuter train and getting to Castelldefels it took him an hour, from there without thinking he took a taxi that took him to the old castle. Much or most of the castle had undergone multiple reforms, the whole landscape of the area had also changed. Where before there had only been farmland and scattered houses, there was now a good-sized town and a whole redevelopment that served as a dormitory town and the new beach area with its new flats and promenade. Well, new for a vampire who was last there in the twelfth century.

Pablo paid the entrance fee to the castle, what he was looking for, the oldest part was the area of ​​the old church that dated back to the tenth century, the ruins were in poor condition compared to his memory, there were areas that were not accessible, but the small chapel with its barrel-domed nave was still open.

There were no more ceremonies in the church, nor was there a lord of the castle who could prevent a tourist from walking freely in the empty room. It was a Thursday, no one had come to visit it, he was the only one who was there. At the back of the church, with some of its old stained-glass windows covered, was still the chapel.

Pablo remembered how Ashan had gone there to inaugurate the Justicars' vampire nest that would be established in Catalonia. There were only three offspring, a small nest, all descendants of his younger brother Viriato, but the opening ceremony was presided over by Master Seth himself.

Without taking any precautions, Pablo pulled the ring and with his strength he managed to lift it, not without effort, and clear the entrance to the old stairs that led to the family crypt.

The sculptures, the niches, the pedestals had been devastated by time, by the different families that inhabited the castle over the centuries until it reached its current abandonment, the corpses transferred to the ossuaries when the laws prevented keeping the tombs in private houses.

The room was not large, and it was completely dark. He did not turn on the flashlight on the screen; his new sensitivity allowed him to see the entire room in the dark as if it were daytime, with only the light emitted by his screen. He moved forward to the niche at the back. Despite the centuries, it remained exactly as he remembered. His hands ran over the bricks, searching for the marks erased by time. But his sensitivity was such that he could notice the slightest imperfection in the stones, and when he noticed the small engraving on the stone with the diffuse shape of the scales and the sword, the symbol of the Justicars, he knew that everything was still in its place.

He pressed the brick with all his strength without success, in the end it was only thanks to supporting all his weight and leaning his back against the ceiling of the niche and tensing the muscles of his arms until they became real steel bars that the brick gave way to the pressure.

Something sounded, as if a rusty chain had started to move a mechanism, to his right in the crypt the floor sank, giving way to an irregular spiral staircase with high and steep steps.

But what surprised Pablo the most was not that the tunnel still existed but that it did not exhale the closed, damp and rotten smell that he expected from a room that should not have been opened for a long time, even sniffing the air he could detect a familiar aroma, it was only a distant trace, but he could say with certainty that a vampire must have gone down to that crypt not long ago.

The lower room, however, was completely empty, all traces of furniture, bunks, and shelves from that dungeon built deep in the earth had disappeared. The reliefs on the walls with the twelve rules of the Justicars were the only thing that remained in that room.

Reading them again on the wall comforted his soul.

"Only evil deserves death. You will only drink from a criminal. Be the dark hand of justice regardless of kings, laws, or kingdoms. Do not leave a crime of blood unpunished. Respect your masters as if they were your parents. Respect your offspring as if they were your children. The evil of the offspring is the evil of the father. You will not create offspring without permission from your Master. Do not rebel your nature to any human you have not corrupted. Your wealth is the wealth of the clan. The word of Athod must not be changed. "Whoever breaks the rules must die"

Although they were quite well-preserved, it seemed that many of them had been scratched by claws. He only knew of one clan of vampires with claws hard enough to tear stone: the Nosferatu.

But the grooves of the claws were not recent, dust, dirt, and moisture had accumulated in them, they must have been made centuries ago. What were the Nosferatu looking for there, and why did the nest seem abandoned for so many centuries?

On the ground there were the footprints of some sneakers, it was clear that they had visited the place recently, or the Justicars survived, or someone was looking for clues about them, there were not many other options. Pablo had no information, he had to find out what happened after their death, only then would he know what to do.

The boy managed to get out of there without arousing suspicion, leaving everything in the same state it was in when he entered. He did it without thinking, but instead of going straight back to his house, he retraced his path to Laia's house. It's as if this visit had only been a hiatus in his new life.

Pablo was coming down from the Sant Gervasi neighborhood in Barcelona to the Plaza Lesseps metro stop. He had to take that line and make a few transfers to be able to get to his parents' apartment, which was near the Arc de Triomphe and Paseo San Juan, in the Eixample.

The sun bothered him when it hit him directly, it wasn't the scorching sensation of his life at night and in the shadows as a vampire, it was just the reaction of the rays of the sun on his skin infected with parasites that were not yet fully awake, it was pleasant, comforting even in the burning. After millennia of living in the night, this was a great reward. Being able to walk in the daylight without problems. He had enjoyed the walk in broad daylight and planned to continue doing so until his body could no longer tolerate such prolonged exposure without serious damage.

Although the pseudo-vampire was not a sentimental person, he hoped that his parents would decide not to sell the high-end apartment in a central area of ​​Barcelona. It would always be a good refuge, even if he moved to Cadiz. With a little planning, he could get on the low-cost connection between Barcelona and Jerez airports frequently.

But the most important task now was to take advantage of those last weeks in Barcelona to harvest. He needed to quickly corrupt some girls to unlock the next seal. Pablo, with his shyness and inexperience, had wasted many opportunities in those years. He was handsome, tall, and had caught the attention of many girls who had noticed him, but even with Ashan's influence in his mind, he had not been able to break the ice, to take that first step.

Things were different now. Ashan's fusion with Pablo was complete, and now the vampire had full control and was a predator. He had to go over the casual encounters he would have in the coming days. For what he had in mind he didn't need to use magic, only charm, and that was something that a thousand-year-old vampire could have in abundance.

Despite having been betrayed by his master, despite the fact that he was the price to pay for a greater good for the clans, despite the fact that fear and envy had pointed him out as the fundamental piece in the Masters' plan, not all the teachings he had received and imparted in his clan as Justicar, the black hand of justice, were engraved in the deepest part of his soul.

Barcelona had many dark areas, many places where a boy from a good class would attract so much attention that some idiot would try to attack him, steal from him, also every day corrupt and criminals came out who deserved death. That was one of the parts that he had to completely suppress in Pablo's mind. Born in this era, the concept of killing the criminal was not something that was peaceful. Luckily, Ashan's will was strong enough to prevail over the boy's principles.

He was looking forward to getting home to start planning his strategy. He couldn't go bare-chested and unarmed to face any madman, otherwise he wanted to end up dead before becoming a vampire again. But that body was even better than the one in his previous life. He lacked centuries and millennia of improvement, but he was taller, more corpulent, more muscular by nature. He knew he was more handsome. For the moment, he could continue looking at himself in reflections and mirrors without fear of a karma backlash. He would miss being able to do that. Vampires were only aware of their appearance through the mental image they could read in others when they looked at them. What would happen to the photos and videos that were so common in this era when they recorded it?

Having lived before the thirteenth century, and with a history that came from before the great Western civilizations, this society with cars, with advances, with technology was a great contrast for him. Surely if he hadn't had seventeen years to get used to it, he would have gone crazy, but luckily, despite the fact that I was still surprised by the contrast, I could survive those times.

The biggest questions he had were what had become of his people, of the vampires during that time, how they would live in those controlled macro cities, how they would eat, how they would manage to go unnoticed. The West seemed to him a very dangerous land for the kind of life they had led before, he had to fill in all those historical gaps from the centuries he had been away and slowly reconstruct the steps his fellow men had taken in order to discover them, the prophecy had brought him to the twenty-first century, so they must be there somewhere in the shadows.

He would have to discover them all.