Rough Draft Novellete - Containment Center for a Demon Child

My small victories

 Date completed

9/19/2025

Leg day

Getting 90 usd total gained in a month now.

Brush my teeth, shower

Programmed more and changed more level elements for the dodge platformer.

Drank a breakfast shake.

I wrote two small stories yesterday.

My Vampiric Life Going Forward

     Ever since the preacher turned me into a vampire; I've been through worse hell than ever before. The police and I are at odds with one another; only realizing how much they knew about men like him and other monsters lurking about as long as they're playing ball. You don't understand what it's like to have an invasive nature take over; a new feeling never before creeping over.

    Other people having to deal with my old mates hunting me; even with me not feeding on non-criminals, albeit I'm sometimes left with no choice. To think; I used to hunt creatures like me. I've mostly stuck to drinking from rats and other vermin but it's not enough; eventually you have to feed on someone. The blood banks; at night run by vampires and being let in to feed on blood bags in exchange for cash.

    It's not just human blood here; vampire blood, werewolf blood; hell even unicorn blood if you have the right cash for it. I had an ounce of unicorn blood and that shit is addictive. So with everything in place; the underground networks and everything; you could imagine my surprise to learn about why vampires haven't ruled over humanity let alone the werewolves.

    Believe it or not; even us vampires have monsters that hunt us; creatures in the night, things that feast on us. The man who holds dominion over fear and nightmares adds us to his fine collection. His little slaves born from the fear of humanity and monster alike. Were only lucky that few of us are considered worthwhile to hunt; to that, I have no clue who or what he considers but I'm able to take a guess ever since the fear mining incident.

    Humans still being the worthwhile target; as of the reasons why; I don't know. Oh and if you think that's the only thing I have to fear in terms of taking us; you have it all wrong. You'd think demons and other similar creatures would get along but in reality were often times fighting in the same space.

    One time I was seeing a vampire bare knuckle box an axe wielding demon with the skull on the heel of the ax. The demon deeply laughing as it crushed the vampire's head in. The dread that filled me seeing and dealing with this as it is.

    I remember running down a hallway; jumping over fallen building debris as the obese red skinned demon came lumbering down with it's large swinging hammer smashing the walls like they were made of paper. The demon cackling like a madman as it came barreling towards me. That with a shotgun in hand; one pump to the face and it should've gone down but unlike a human it just bounced back and acted like a fly hit it's face. The dread that filled my body; knowing how these things move and act.

    That trying to only feed on vermin wasn't enough; just left me weak. Oh god; even writing this I hate myself for what I did. My friend Jerry was nearby, he threw a brick at the creature striking it in the head but it brushed off the damage and kept going after me. Jerry pulled me to a room closing off from the creature. Now Jerry is a homeless man; we go far back when I used to do work in the soup kitchen feeding the homeless. You could imagine how much I wanted to end my own life after what I did next.

    Me pleading, "Jerry get the fuck out of here I am not me! Please won't be able to control myself! I don't want to feed!" I'd always imagined it'd be like in the movies; me being able to overcome my hunger and save everyone; keep everything in order with my loved ones and enemies but that's not reality sadly. He tried to comfort and calm me; but before I knew it, my teeth sunk into his neck and not a simple kind of sinking of turning someone into a blood sucker; no my teeth dug in good and just kept crushing down on his neck, good news; vampires release a pain killer that should be keeping him sedated, bad news is unless were starving.

    I'd been hungry, so hungry at the time so imagine hearing your friend begging for you to let go and crying as the pain set in with you slowly draining him until he passed out and every second drinking him filled me with glee or what felt like glee; that's the other thing, once you fully turn you lose all your normal human emotions and gain new ones; harder to explain ones. The joy-like feeling was like a black cup of coffee that fills you with energy and wakes you.

    After having fed on him; my mood was better, body was healing and my strength was back in action. Once the demon found me; it hadn't been long before I took out it's eyes then took both my hands, jumping up to it's head grabbing it's horns and breaking them off like they were twigs. Then slammed my hand through his chest rapidly stabbing it's own horn into it's chest until it's body faded with embers turning to dust. After that I'd check for a pulse and found him to be dead.

    Jerry was one of the few people I had still in my life and to only take him away like that; like a wild animal crushed me. Unlike Father Michael I couldn't just pretend and cast moral judgements to be justifying my feeding, I am a monster; regardless if I'd meant to hurt Jerry or not.

    You wanna know the worse part? I don't feel any remorse for killing him; only feel sad that he's gone. The self hatred coming from the fact I should feel sorrow; I should feel remorse but to think, I am unable to feel those things anymore. Is someone human if they lose your emotions? It's been years since I'd first turn that I was able to feel love. At best lust is what I'm able to feel.

    Succubus

    You might be wondering what a succubus would want with a vampire and why I'm telling this story. Vampires and succubus have similar powers but go about their targets in two different manners; unsurprisingly a succubus and incubus rarely have offspring together. At most a fling but imagine two energy hungry power couples fighting food and fighting over it.

    So both of them often times go out of their way to "bond" with a vampire and create a symbiotic relationship. Don't get me wrong; once your use is gone you're next on the menu or they move on. Succubus don't love you but you can't love them as a vampire; more like mutual fulfillment of lust.

    So keep in mind this next story; this demon let's call her Emily, Emily was at a club with me and dancing up on me. Right off the bat; we both knew one another's secret. If you've been around as long as us; you know what it is.

    One of the major red flags is how fast she tries to get you into the bathroom for "fun times" if you catch my drift. I know I'm a four at best so to see this girl try this I was on high alert considering I hadn't mind controlled her yet. We both knew the game we were playing and hopefully trying to get the other to crack. Both of us able to control and bend others to our will. However; we were both hungry and not wanting to waste time; chose our specific targets. I was headed for the alleyway and I guess Emily was as well with her victim even though this didn't make sense to me until I noticed what she was doing; she had a photo of me with my victim.

    Now to go over an old detail; no vampires are made more detailed in photos, mirrors, etc. not less; an old myth spread by vampires to convince people they're not a vampire. We get more detailed when captured in a place in time. The dread I'd been filled with realizing what she was doing. After getting my meal in; I'd rushed her down. Emily smiled as she had her finger on the button. At that moment I'd stopped in my tracks. She put the phone down considering we both had super speed; like I said, vampires and succubus are quite similar in abilities.

    The groans from my part, "what do you want." She flickers me a smile and blew me a kiss.

    She walked around me; running her finger down my body giggling, "you know what I want; a partnership. You and I work together." To this I'd roll my eyes; however her bringing the phone back up made me reconsider my attitude.

    To this happily nodding, "of course; whatever you want, I'll work with you." She flashed me a toothy grin then nodded. Now you'd think, "oh just meet up with her" nope, she crashed at my place; made a mess of the place. If she didn't like what I was doing, scratch my face. When low on targets I could get for her; men I could hunt for her, she'd pin me to the wall or I'd wake up to her keeping me crushed under.

    At first it wasn't bad; it was whatever on my part but the part you have to remember; it's not a drain of your area down there only; it's a spiritual drain with pulling from your soul which yes us vampires still have a soul; us non-native vampires but born from the vampiric disease. Imagine for a second; a disease that changes your RNA and molds your being; as thus why vampires don['t have consistent weaknesses but similar weaknesses and strengths.

    Anyways after pleading for her to stop considering it's not pleasure after a while; when a succubus gets off; she sometimes crushes your bones; you might be into that but I sure as hell isn't. So imagine waking up with multiple broken bones; waiting for your body to regenerate. At one point; I'd thought she was going to kill me since it'd been a while since I even bothered to hunt until I realized she dug around in the fridge, pouring the blood wine down my throat. After trying to spit it up; after finally having enough and wanting to die; she hit me across the face a few times until I'd gotten the message.

    After a while finally getting her off of me; locking the bathroom door for her to be pounding on the door. One other trick you might've not noticed but the more times you've slept with a succubus the more she sinks into you with her mind control. Something of which I hadn't noticed at the time. It's not a one and done deal; often times succubus daily feeding on the same guy or multiple people.

    Now many of you might be guessing why I hadn't left her yet and it's because well with her I can still feel my human side kicking. Now don't get me wrong; I'm unable to literally feel how I was as a human but she can force my will to be as if she was manipulating a human. The crying on the other side of the door getting me to unlock the door for her; yes a succubus crying is quite a powerful manipulation tool.

    Keep in mind; these are the same monsters that took less than a decade to spread polygamy. They're clever demons. The other fact I'd forgotten to mention; these demons aren't just purely one sin; some are a mix and her; she was a mix of wrath. After leaving the bathroom it didn't take long for her to pin me to the ground and bite into my neck. It's not even as if I'll bleed out because my body will just regenerate.

    Succubus having so much sex that normal vanilla sex and even some of the more hardcore sex is just mundane; going to further extremes like knife play, stabbing, cutting into themselves or their partners as a kink. One time she forced me to take off her head and well you know.

    You might be wondering why I'm telling you these tales; the simple truth is because I don't want you to become a vampire like me; I wish I hadn't gotten revenge on that fucking priest.

    If I think I have any good stories that aren't mundane like the demon nurse I had to kill for some blood money but some juicy tales I'll share them.

How is this moving me towards my goal?

 So we'll be looking at my actions I've done/ completed that move me towards my goals!

Give it 2 wks to see if it sticks

Goals;

1. Get a better job

2. Get a house

3. Get a wife overseas

4. Pay off my debt

9/13/2025

5:00 am

1. Making this list blog page.

2.

Need to do

9/13/2025

7:20 AM

1. HVAC study

EPA study Guide questions

8:20 AM

1. Workout shoulders and back

9/15/2025

As of today I had been completing my assignments; looking at other things for the given work. I've been doing this diary entry blog type system in order to see the affects of my mental health at hand along with reducing social media consumption as of recent.

Not counting the consuming of music and other arts but I'm making progress in those regards. With the fact I'm not just being the sour grapes guy. Don't get me wrong; I still have sour grapes about dating but those negative feelings push me to be better.

That being said; thank you me for studying and working harder as of recent; I'm proud of you for taking time even just an hour at a time to move away from fun only time and to being a harder worker. I know the sacrifices you've made and I'm proud of you.

Also good job with improving the gravity code on the dodging platformer game.

Also thank you for reducing the amount of pornographic material you are consuming and focusing on pursuing your goals.

I'm an Anti-Monster and here are my stories

     Many of you maybe confused by what I mean in terms of, "anti-monster" to clear things up; you know those mythical creatures? The ones that go bump in the night? Others call them Fae as a catch all term; but they're often refer to one another as Mythical. The scientist and cultist that made me; well made me into a hunter of said Mythical. Some of you might wonder how and why.

    As of the how; that's even a mystery to me; considering they used Mythic creatures to make me. For the why though? Well, werewolves and other creatures being a problem as the sort. To drive out these monsters. Now why would I call them monsters? Why would I side with the humans?

    My kind may've been made to kill them but at the time; no intent to kill a Mythic had been in my head no matter how many times they tried to get me to be their little pawn; no matter how much the hunger hurt, normal food and water doesn't work. My diet was Fae blood, unicorn meat, if it was a Mythic it was a part of my diet and not as if I'd want to eat them but forced too.

    Right; the story I'm dancing around here; at the time we were in the training room; me pushing myself as far as I could on the bench press; easily benching 400 LBS. The scientist disappointed with the results; considering me the weakest Mythic Hunter. That while doing this usual training routine; the alarms went off and three large burly furry werewolves came barreling towards us. That without thinking; pushing the first one away with me shouting, "I don't want to fight! Please don't go after me! Take me with you!" You could imagine none of them believed me.

    The largest werewolf snatched me out of the air, slowly squeezing my head and as he done so; the blood rushed through my veins, my stomach growling and tears running down my face as the pain shooting through me. It didn't take long for his hand to snap; swiftly moving on my feet, punch after punch and a kick sending one of them flying. The scientist didn't trust me with guns but that wasn't an issue; one of the rock debris picked up; tossed right through the second werewolf and the third? By the time the other two died; backup arrived and you could hear their stomachs roar considering lunch time hadn't come yet. At first; I'd been the one to chomp on the throat, tearing, biting while the others stood there, shocked with one mumbling, "is... is Jace really eating a Mythic or have I gone mad?" They soon joined me.

    Animalistic tendencies brought on by the other half. You see; in order to make a monster hunter; you first need a monster. Each of us spliced with a soul of another monster. We used to have another life; those lives often times come to us as dreams. My human half was a little boy named Cain; now don't get me wrong, Cain killed plenty of things and loved to torture animals. To watch my old life was horrifying; more of nightmares than dreams. Meanwhile the other half; Isaac was only a Sluagh that fed on the souls it could and mostly a monster himself or itself I guess, I'm unsure if I'm completely honest.

    These may seem interesting or odd but these monsters and even that bastard Cain must have some humanity inside of them in order for me to care about the Mythic we killed, at least before. We are not a perfect blend of where we come from, we may not choose who we are but choose what we do. That being said; the judgement can be felt already, thinking me of being evil to call all Mythic evil bastards after encountering one bad group.

    Oh it wasn't that only group I've encountered; these vermin have attacked me time, after time, after time with an unprovoked response on my part. They wanted a monster? A real monster? They would get one. Some part of me wonders; if Cain or Isaac are still alive in this fusion of ours or if this being, me is what's left of both of them.

    I digress. Back to the stories I suppose. One of the groups targeted were a group of vampires; a family. A daughter, the mother and father; no vampires can't reproduce. The father turned the family rather than kill them; wholesome but idiotic. After the parents went down; well it was a lot easier to justify to myself the kids should go down next, after all; the parents are gone and they'd be left to foster care. What kind of parents would want to raise these two little monsters? A single moment, a pause on my part as the child holding teddy bear crying, she cowered in the corner looking away.

    The resistance on my part; shrugging it off and continuing to butcher the two that for the next couple months having nightmare's about killing them. The nightmares weren't the part that disturbed me; going to the psychological wing. Telling them I'd felt distressed over the fact I'd kill children even if they were monsters. It didn't take long for guards to come in and pin me down as electroshock therapy had taken place and why wouldn't they shock me?

    I'd done something foolish; showed pity, remorse for monsters. To show remorse for them; was a proper reason for me to be beaten.

The Elf Girl

   Another story I'd like to share; one that still lingers with me to this day and a part of me wonders if I made the right choice. Just like any other full moon; an axe in hand as the werewolves ran from me; the girl still shaking in fear, clothes torn and she sees my face. You might think my appearance scared her but at first glance my body is no different than any other human expect the red eyes and monstrous features that form when my hunt for Mythical start. At the time my body sustained an inhuman amount of damage; missing right arm, missing leg. Mind you; these weren't one or three werewolves were talking about ten of them.

    For our fight one of them took ripped a tree from the ground, the tree width of a car and tossed it at me. As you could imagine; these were a lot tougher than your average werewolf. Anyways; she looked distressed at first but soften her look as my hand went out to her.

    My body started to falter, to fall; my human half isn't as durable as the monster half. Some of you might be wondering why I'm not considered a Mythic if I'm half of one; well are you your parents even though your half your mom and dad? A fusion isn't a literal blend; it's more like birthing a child; well my form of fusion was at least.

    She grabbed me; picked me up and carried me over her shoulder; one of the werewolves notice this and started to come after us; at the time I'd been thinking, "fuck when is back up going to arrive!" My limbs slowly growing back. Some of you might be wondering why weren't allowed to have guns; well one asshole that was a part of our group decided to leave and join the Mythic beast. His name was Dante, a cheeky bastard who denied our cause and joined the feral creatures. With just a pistol Dante was able to headshot 20 guards from 2 miles away, safe to say why we aren't allowed guns anymore.

    The saddest part is; he did it for a female Mythic, can you believe that? At the time; I had thought, "how could he fall for such a creature?" But after dealing with my savior I could understand how; she pressed my body up against a tree, covering us in mud. For someone so small; she was quite strong, the werewolves pass by us as if we weren't there. This surprised me something so simple worked so well. After a long time passed; she carried me until we reached a spot surrounded by a field of flowers and she started up a fire inside the field of flowers.

    She asked, "what brought you here?"

    At the time explaining, "the werewolves; them slaughtering humans brought me here." She looked away and nods.

    She asked, "can I have your name?"

    I reply, "the name I'd been assigned? It's not my name but it's a name; John." Some of you might be wondering why I'd worded like that; Fae can only take the name of those who have a name; as odd as it sounds; were given no name, we already signed our names away to the lawyers, were borrowing the names if anything. So even if we could have our names taken well you'd have to take it from the lawyer. 

    Fae have tried and failed to take my name only to realize they couldn't and once these facts explained to them; they had no way of doing anything to us. Imagine it like this; you sell a car to someone and they rent the car out to you; then someone else tries to claim your property as their own; well that car doesn't belong to me, the car belongs to the person you are renting it from.

    She softly smiles, "then what is your name?"

    I smirk, "my name is John." Her smile fades as she notices nothing happen. Then the explanation falls on her ears, "you can feel it; the fact it's a name, that I'm without a true name, correct? A lawyer owns my name, not I and no before you try to kill that lawyer; in his will another lawyer will have ownership over that name, so on and so forth." each word closer to explaining it fully in detail made her face go sour.

    She looked defeated and scoffed, "I guess you and that damn Mythic hunter group thought of everything to counter us; huh?" A proud nod from me.

    I swing the question back around, "what do they call you?" She looks away and sighs.

    She says, "they call me Autumn. My true name would drive you insane."

    A smug look on my face couldn't be concealed, "so; why did you save me, Autumn? Falling in love with a anti-monster now?" Her eyes rolled.

    She says, "you saved me back there; I only thought of it as it being the right thing to do."

    Me questioning, "and with trying to take my name from me?"

    She scoffs, "for my own safety! As soon as you heal up; you'll be trying to kill me again."

    I'd nod in agreement to this. My question to her, "so, why were the werewolves trying to kill you?" She looks to the ground.

    She answers, "they gain power by eating those with mana; everything has mana so a werewolf feeding means that form gets stronger and stronger. Fae, true Fae; have plentiful of mana."

    Me nodding along and ask, "boys at the lab; did you get this info?" The radio signal in my head. Oh yeah; they put a radio and a tracker in my head; because again, Dante." Her eyes widen at me smiling.

    She mumbles, "I couldn't even detect it..." A knock on my skull to hear the part that clunked different from the rest of my head. She looked defeated; dead inside after this. Her eyes start to water, fall with waterworks.

    An idea at that moment pops into my head with me saying, "help protect me until morning time; and I'll make sure my owners and I don't hurt you; today for this encounter, deal?" She smiles and happily nods with her standing guard and keeping us cloaked. We talk to pass the time.

    Autumn ask, "why do you hate Mythic so much?"

    That explaining my encounters to her and the beatings I'd seen pity, empathy in her eyes though a part of me thinking, "she is faking it." Me turning around to ask, "what brought you to the human world? Don't you have your own land you're from?"

    She scoffs, "oh yeah that shit hole where I'm not loved; not wanted, I'm too alien from my own people." At this part; she reminds me of myself when I'd first awoken at the lab and refused to kill any Mythic; expressed too many emotions for my masters to tolerate and had been beaten on the daily because of it.  We traded stories; tales of our lives to one another.

    Of course you might be thinking she could trick me or grab something from me but I'm not the owner of these memories and experience, even if she could take from me or the lawyers or anyone; the other two halves of me still have more ownership of this than I do. 

    You might be wondering how I was able to make a deal then; well a deal is a deal not something she could take but something we both made together, that being said that rule wasn't applied to my two other halves but she doesn't know that the rule only applies to me and my owners. After talking to her; we didn't realize how much we had in common.

    Once healed up enough; we both went for a swim. Now don't act like we were getting close; not at all, I wanted more info from her and after explaining this to the boys at the lab over the radio they had a sigh of relief.

    When the sunrise and they could finally find us and bring me home; one of the guards let me use a pistol. She was far off from us and this was a new encounter not the current. When aiming the gun at her from over a mile away, each shot I'd fired missed. The rage, the frustration and embarrassment of missing such an easy to hit target filled me with dread. Once we got back; I'd begged to try to use the pistol again at a firing range. They had over fifty guards watch me and sure enough; each shot able to be hit for moving targets from three miles away.

    Which made me think, "did... I let her get away?" The other part of me thinking, "it was accidental; bad shots, the sun was in my eye was all and my body was still recovering at the time." Regardless the boys and woman at the lab thanked me for collecting all the useful info she gave me.