Mindless bloodsucker?

Ryan felt as if he was drinking the sweetest of nectar. A kind of frenzy overtook him, and he couldn't stop it. He used his finger again to wipe off the red liquid mark and licked it.

He then rushed to the couch and licked the puddle of red liquid, even squeezing out the clothes that were dripping in blood.

He grabbed all the dirtied clothes, dunked them in the sink, and drank the water with the blood stain. Everything happened too quickly. He didn't even get a chance to think about what he was doing. It was as if his brain was switched off.

Only after he cleaned out everything, he stopped. The thing that had a hold on him was no longer there, and he was able to breathe.

Ryan collapsed on the ground, clutching his head. What the hell was happening to him?

A woman was murdered near his building, and his apartment was filled with bloody stains. Was he responsible for that?

He thought about how he had acted like a lunatic out of control just seconds ago when he mindlessly cleaned off this blood. It was as if he had no control over his actions.

Ryan then remembered that he had blacked out. What exactly happened then?

That seemed to be the time when the woman was also murdered. He checked the clock, and barely an hour had passed. Could he really have done all this in an hour?

He opened his window and looked out to see the many police cars still lingering in his neighborhood. He tried to remember something, anything, but nothing came to his mind. He had no recollection of doing anything at all, let alone killing a person.

"No. I couldn't have done it." Ryan tried to recall everything that happened all over again.

All he remembered was the insatiable thirst and the red color. After that, everything was blank. When he woke up again, he found out that he could walk, his legs, which were completely lifeless and dead, were somehow back to their normal condition once again.

He pinched his leg, feeling the sharp pain. The pain was very real and so was the fact that his legs had healed. It was as if that accident had never happened in the first place.

Then there was the dead woman and the way he had acted at the sight of what he could only assume to be blood.

Ryan did not want to link everything together but the only wild conjecture that could possibly explain all of these things was…

"No. What the fuck am I thinking? I have gone crazy. This is all in my head. How could something like vampires even exist? This thing is just in novels and games."

But then he suddenly stopped.

"Games…" Ryan repeated in a daze.

That was right. Why didn't he think about this before? That game… Apocalypse Online. Didn't he get a hidden class that was similar to vampires?

"Bloodsucker!" Ryan's eyes widened in shock. "No, mindless bloodsucker." He slowly stood up from the ground, as everything seemed to finally fall into place.

He couldn't accept this explanation, and yet here he was, staring at the only possible reason for everything that had happened since this morning.

He looked at the gaming helmet that lay inconspicuously on the desk table. He had a feeling the answers to all his questions were in that helmet.

Snapping him out of his thoughts, another loud knock sounded on his door. "Ryan? Ryan? Are you awake? Dude, open the door. Something huge happened!" Mark's voice boomed through the door.

Ryan sighed and then sat back in the wheelchair, wheeling towards the door to open it. He also covered his lap with a towel to make sure that nothing out of the ordinary was visible.

Mark was someone who met him every day, so he would notice even if there was the slightest change. The same went for his mother. He hadn't decided whether or not to be honest with these two people.

"Can you stop shouting?" Ryan opened the door and the other party immediately barged in.

"Dude! There was a murder in our street! Can you believe it? The police just left my apartment. They were asking me a bunch of questions."

"Why do you look so happy about it?" Ryan shook his head helplessly.

"Of course, for once something interesting is happening in our neighborhood."

"Idiot. Your mother, my mother, and my sister are all living here. Aren't you worried?"

"Meh, fine. Fine. I was wrong, brother." He jumped onto the couch, only to shriek and get up the next second. "Dude, this is wet!"

He then saw all the wet clothes lying strewn about. He also couldn't help but notice his own friend's pants and shirt were wet. Everything pointed to an unanticipated bladder accident.

He could already assume what happened and tactfully didn't ask any questions about it. Mark was always like this. He was the only person who didn't once look at Ryan with pity or sympathy.

Quickly changing the topic, he asked Ryan, "Hey! By the way! What happened? Why did you quit the dungeon run halfway?"

Ryan's expression immediately faltered a little, but he recovered. "Why? Did they say something?"

"No, no. I mean, I was just worried if you were doing fine."

"Ya, I am okay now. I was tired earlier."

Mark nodded. "That's good. In a way, it was good that you quit. Do you know what happened after you left? Massive party wipe!" He started talking about everything that happened in high spirits while Ryan listened silently.

"So anyhooooo we are preparing for another run shortly? Log in and join again?"

"Nope." Ryan instantly shook his head. "I think I will stick to playing solo for now and…" After a pause, he added, "You should also quit that guild."

"Huh?" Mark was confused. He was about to ask why when the two of them were interrupted by a loud ungodly burp.

A sexy D-cup milf swaggered towards the duo, a drink already in her hands. "Can't you fucking keep it down? Why are you both making a ruckus so early in the morning?"

Ryan sighed and Mark gnashed his teeth. Neither of them had an interest in talking to this person. She was quite attractive and voluptuous but she was equally foul-mouthed and dirty. The woman was a total drunkard.

However, their silence didn't make her go away. Instead, she walked even closer and leaned over revealing her assets to the duo, her finger pointing towards Ryan.

"Hey invalid, who knocked on my door? Do you know? Which bastard knocked on my door so early in the morning?"

Ryan did not care and he did not bother responding to her. This was not the first time she was calling him names and this was also not going to be the last one.

However, her words as usual touched a nerve with Mark who no longer remained quiet. "It's afternoon, not morning, you dumb bimbo." He scoffed. "Ryan, I will close the door now. I will see you inside the game."

Mark then left the apartment, closing the door right in the woman's face. He didn't bother hiding the contempt he had for her.

Ryan didn't particularly care but he had more important things to focus on at the moment. He was finally alone once again. He hurriedly grabbed the gaming helmet as if his life depended on it and logged back into the game.