JEFFERSON POV
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Ever since my parents died no one volunteered to take care of me.
I was left all by myself to wallow in distress, pain, and agony.
They all believed I was the one who killed my parents.
But they died to save me.
I lived by myself eating anything I could find.
I had no friends. All parents made sure their children avoided me like a plague. My only friends were the rodents in our house and the insects.
I had grown to understand the cruelty of the world from a Young age.
But wait, why was I brought here?
To revisit my past?
My antagonizing past. A past that I had locked deep inside my mind. Something I never wanted to remember.
Were the Gods answering my prayers or punishing me?
This wasn’t an answer to my prayers, it was a punishment. I wondered why I was brought here.
Why wasn’t I taken to hell directly?
All that had been happening had been confusing and I didn’t understand a thing.
I had struggled and racked my brain to see if I would understand what was going on but to no avail, I couldn’t understand a thing.
After a lot of tries, I managed to get up from where I was and walked to the lifeless figure on the floor.
The figure was me. But a younger version of me.
I knew trying to help them figure it up was fruitless. So I just stood there looking at it waiting for it to get up.
I knew the figure would get up but that would take a lot of time.
What had put me into that state was that night I had mistakenly offended some groups of thugs.
They beat the hell out of me and dumped me here.
Since everyone avoided me like a plague no one cared to ask what happened to me.
Some minutes later the figure moved and stood up with difficulty.
His eyes, face, and cheeks were swollen. Those thugs had beaten the hell outta me.
Though I later got my revenge on the thugs I wasn’t satisfied with it and made the whole town suffer by making me wallow in pain and distress.
I followed the figure back to the old house I was living in at that time.
There were overgrown grasses all around. Rodents ran here and there not minding my presence.
I was used to them anyway. It was them who made me feel the purpose of existence as they would sometimes come to disturb me in my sleep which at first annoyed me a lot but later I got used to it.
I looked at the figure as he entered the half room and lay on the bug-infested bed.
I sighed at my misfortune. Then I had to go into the market to beg strangers for money as none of the people in the town would give me anything.
At first, I was able to convince the strangers. But as time went on the strangers stopped giving me money and would look for various excuses.
I was sure it was the townspeople who had told them I was bad luck and they shouldn’t give me anything if they don’t want to be inflicted by my bad luck.
So because of that many times, I had to go two-three days in hunger without getting anything to eat.
All I was able to drink was water.
Even the water I drank was the worst as townspeople would refuse to allow me near the streams or any other source of water.
So most of the time I drink directly when there’s a downpour or go to a dirty stream where they often pour their dirty water and drink from it.
I didn’t know why but it seemed I had a strong body and hardly got sick despite the dirty water I drink most of the time.
Most times if I was sick I would feel as if I would die before miraculously recovering.
Everyone in the town would have thought I would die from the sickness but alas I would recover.
From a young age, I was forced to witness death and many other social vices of the community.
No one ever cared for me where I went or what I did.
I had never tried to steal from the townsmen.
There was a time I tried it and was caught. I was beaten almost to death by an angry crowd.
If not for a mysterious person who saved me from them I would have died that day.
Ever since then I swore never to steal anything from anyone again.
I would rather die hungry than steel.
Though I didn’t know why I had taken this decision that day all I knew was that I was driven by the pain of the beating.
I watched as the time passed and it was finally nighttime.
The figure lying on the bed opened its eyes and looked around.
I knew where the figure was going to go.
I was going to exert my revenge on the thugs.
I have had a very stubborn and strong-willed personality since I was young.
I followed the figure out of the room to the alley.
I knew the thugs were always here every night either smoking or talking about a girl they had sex with.
I watched as the figure walked into the alley and confronted the thugs.
“You’ve come back.” one of the thugs laughed immediately after he saw the figure.
“Someone is here for another round of beating.” Another thug said.
“Am going to kill you all.” My younger version said to the thugs hardly unable to control his anger.
“Little boy didn’t mama tell you not to fight with who’s older than you.” One of the thugs snickered.
“Ohh don’t make the poor boy cry.” Another of the thugs laughed.
“Haven’t you heard his mother and father died leaving him to this world?” One said again.
“I feel sorry for the boy,” another said sarcastically.
Immediately after I heard their words, anger boiled in me. I felt like killing them.
Though it was my memory lane I couldn’t help but be angry hearing their comments.
“I’ll kill you all.” My younger version roared angrily rushing at the thugs.
But he got sent back by the thugs with just a kick.
I watched as he continued trying to beat the thugs but was beaten all the time.
I watched as he tried several times but got his ass kicked.
Suddenly as one of the thugs kicked me and I was sent flying a figure clad in all black caught me midair, looked into my face, and smiled.
I could feel the warmth and affection in the figure’s eyes and I wondered if I was related to the figure because the figure cared so much about me.
Because of all that I had gone through I was able to feel the figure had no intention to harm me so my younger version relaxed in the grip of the figure.
“I like your determination and willingness. Now let’s help finish off these ants.” The figure whispered to me, putting me down gently.
“Hey old man. Better get the fuck out of here. Or else?” One of the thugs said.
“Or else what?” The figure smirked.
“You wouldn’t know how you died old man.” Another of the thugs replied.
“The last time I heard that it had been quite a hundred years at least.” The figure replied.
“What the hell are you saying, old man?” One of the thugs laughed.
“Can’t you hear? He’s saying he’s lived for over a hundred years.” Another said sarcastically.
“Let’s finish the old man. He might have some money on him, unlike that broke little kid.” Another of the thugs said.
“That’s true I did indeed have some money on me. But you’ll only be able to get it once you can land just a blow on me.” The figure replied.
“You don’t get to decide how we get the money. Just hand it over and then we can consider sparing your punny life.” One of the thugs said.
“Well, why don’t you come to take it from me.” The figure smirked.
“Old man, if you want to leave here alive, just hand it over to us. Nobody would come to your aid when you scream for help.” A thug said.
“That would be nice. I would be able to finish you all without any hurry.” The figure laughed.
“Old man, do you think we are just ordinary thugs? You’ll die here if you don’t hand over the money to you.” one of the thugs said bringing out a pocket knife.
“And you want me to be scared immediately when I see you with those toys.” The figure grinned.
I watched on with a smile as I knew what was about to happen next.
Hearing the figure’s statement the remaining thugs also brought out their knives.
“Wow, I like your toys. Would you mind seeing mine? But it’s a lot sharper and stronger than the ones you’re holding.” The figure grinned.
“Watch your mouth old man.” One of the thugs said.
“Also stop calling an old man who is way younger than any of you.” The figure grinned.
“Stop talking, old man, and hand over the money to you.” One of the thugs said, brandishing his knife toward the figure.
“Ohh, I almost forgot. Allow me to show you my own.” The figure said.
Immediately the figure showed his hands to the thugs.
Immediately the thugs saw the figure’s hand and they laughed.
“Old man. You aren’t a crossdresser. Also, do you think those measly things you fixed called fingers would scare us?” One of the thugs said and immediately the others started laughing.
“Maybe you should come to try it out.” The figure grinned.
“Old man, we’ve run out of patience. I hope you won’t be begging for forgiveness soon.” One of the thugs said and immediately attacked the figure.
The figure smirked at the approaching figure.
Immediately the thug got closer to the figure the figure raised his hands and grabbed the thug easily by the throat and lifted him like he was weightless and flung him away.
Immediately the remaining thugs looked at themselves in surprise.
“You dare hurt our brother, you’ll die here,” they said and attacked the figure together.
The figure smirked as the thugs attacked him.
Suddenly he disappeared. No rather he moved faster than the eye could see.
I smiled watching the scene. I knew what was coming next.
Suddenly one of the thugs screamed in pain.
His arm had been ripped off brutally.
Suddenly another shouted and fell to the ground. His leg had been forcefully torn off.
Soon the scream of the thugs filled the alley as blood flowed everywhere.
My younger version was looking at the scene unperturbed by how cruelly the figure was handling the thugs.
Suddenly the figure appeared in front of the thugs who had either their arms or legs torn off brutally. His hands were filled with blood.
“So you’ve realized that my own is better than your toy.” The figure grinned.
“Please mister, leave us. We’ll do anything you ask of us.” The thugs pleaded.
“Weren’t you the ones making fun of me? Why are you begging now?” The figure frowned.
“Mister, we never knew you were this powerful. Please forgive our impudence.” The thugs begged.
“I’ll think about it but maybe I’ll accept your pleas.” The figure grinned.
“Thank you very much.” The thugs said happily trying to scramble away.
“But that would be when we meet in hell.” The figure said.
Immediately the expression of the thugs changed.
The figure smirked and disappeared out of sight.
Immediately, the screams of the thugs were heard.
A second later they stopped screaming as their bodies were now lying on the floor lifeless.
“The figure turned to the younger version of me and smiled.
“Little one, why aren’t you running after seeing who I am?” He smiled widely like he wasn’t the one who had murdered ten thugs just now.
“If you had wanted to kill me you would have killed me. Am weak and vulnerable.” The younger version of me replied bravely.
The figure smiled and patted my younger version on the head.
“You’re a sweet and intelligent boy. Do you want to be like me?” The figure asked.
Immediately my younger version frowned. “I don’t understand.” He said.
“I mean do you want to become powerful like me and do all kinds of amazing things I did? No one would have the power to look down on you ever again.” He replied.
Immediately, my younger version nodded.
“Good then follow my little one.” The figure said And my younger version followed him.
I also followed them out of the place.
Though I knew what was going to happen next. I still followed him.
It was this step that changed my life and I had been proud of this memory all my life.
I had never for once regretted accepting to be a vampire.
I was proud of the move I made.
It was with the power I took revenge on those who belittled me.
Killed all those who stood my way trying to obstruct me.
Because of my toxic childhood. It has turned me into a blood-craving monster who enjoyed Killing for pleasure.
Though I had always received orders from the one who had turned me into a vampire to do something and made sure not to leave traces I had seldom seen him.
He only sent his orders any time he needed me but then I couldn’t care about that.
I was happy he left me to be free all alone.
I had trained hard with the pain and anger in my heart ever since I was turned and fought with many other supernatural creatures.
But none had ever beaten me.
I had even fought with alphas but they had not managed to beat me as we were always evenly matched.
What they didn’t know was that it was the pain and hatred in my heart that kept me going.
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