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Chapter 9 (Bad Vibes)
🕑 Added 2024-02-25 02:14:08 +0000 UTCThere are a lot of things I miss now that I am in the fucking 70s. Anime is one of the obvious things. Being in Hogwarts I obviously don’t have access to modern technology. So I can’t even watch anime airing right now. Not that I wanted to watch Astro Boy or fucking Speed Racer. Honestly, I rather miss television even if I stopped watching it in my previous life. Hell, I might even take a trip and watch the First Star Wars movie it should be coming out soon. It will certainly be a blast from the past for me.
Other than entertainment I miss the convenience of everything. I could buy anything and everything in my own home. I could search for any random event or thought that pops into my head and get answers. More importantly, I could use my phone to find the location of things. Like the nearest fast food joint or a karaoke bar. Or hear me out here a fucking blood bank.
I was so used to being able to just find things that I was floored when that was no longer an option. Is there such a thing as a blood bank? Or did all the blood taking happen at hospitals? In which case where would I find a fucking hospital? How do humans operate in this day and age? I could ask someone but do you know the location of a blood bank is a fucking odd question. Although asking about the nearest hospital is probably fair game.
The thing is I am a rail thin pasty white kid wearing robes. I think I would wind up detained as someone tries to find the cult I escaped from. It’s one of the reasons I was hiding underneath my new fancy and expensive cloak. The other is that I just really don’t want to talk to strangers. Why would I? They are literal strangers. Who even asks for directions? Oh, I know someone who can’t fucking use Google Maps. I.E me.
In addition, I may or may not have been nicking every single person I have passed with a dagger. Not a deep cut but just enough to get a drop. It may not be as powerful as willingly given blood but I don’t really need that level. Any sort of blood should be fine regardless of quality. So I was stacking the deck in my favor.
I may have caused a slight panic as people have been yelping and bleeding for seemingly no reason. I don’t exactly know as I got out of dodge the moment someone screamed. I hope I don’t get charged with muggle baiting not that I have used any actual spells.
Wait a minute. I am a Wizard. A person who can take reality and make it my bitch. Someone that these muggles once feared and burned at the stake. I am capable of bottling even the concept of Luck. Yet here I stand lost not because I am a Wizard but because I was thinking like a muggle.
I raise my wand dramatically as I place it in my palm. I then solemnly cast fucking point me blood bags. I weep bitter tears as it picks a direction.
All this time spent wandering aimlessly when I am capable of changing fate itself. I am a fool. I have forsaken my ancestors as they spit upon my intellect. To think I was tempted to ask someone for directions. What kind of man would do such a thing?
Hopefully, this mythical blood bank is not too far away. I have been doing a rather large amount of walking today and my malnourished body is not handling it well. I’m still nicking people as I pass by but now I numb the area so they don’t yell. Like a mosquito. Thank all the gods I removed the tracker on my wand. A truly wonderful gift from my not so dear friend Lucius. Screw the ministry and their lackeys you can’t track me. I’m John Cena bitch,
It did not take me too long to arrive at where my wand was pointing. Which was surprising as I could have sworn this was a residential area. Which turned out to be right. I looked down at my wand as it refused to point somewhere else. I then look at exactly what I am looking at,
I may not know too much about the era that I am living in but I’m pretty sure blood banks don’t look like this. I’m not looking at an office building or a hospital. No, I am looking at a Victorian house. An old Victorian house. An old abandoned Victorian house. A spooky abandoned Victorian house, I’m like 70% sure that this is not a blood bank nor is it a hospital.
While this might be some sort of free love colony that has blood bags in the medicine cabinet. The thing is this place has a vibe.
A very spooky vibe. The kind of spooky nonsense vibe you can only find in the magical world. So I’m fairly certain this cliche spooky house is in some way related to magical society.
So what magical thing is related to old Victorian houses, blood bags, and general spooky vibes?
This is a vampire den. I found a freaking vampire den by complete accident. Also, why the fuck are you living like this. I get it you are so spooky much fear but even I live better than this. Modern heating my friends. Also, almost every window is broken in this house. I dub the shrieking house. A step above the fucking shack.
Jokes aside I’m not sure what to do with this information. Vampires are fully sentient beings and are generally rather civil. Sure you have the true monsters but most magical species have those. For example, you have Fenir and Lupin for the werewolves. Truly the worst they could offer. So most vampires are fairly chill. On the other hand, they have sided with Voldemort during this war so they are my enemies.
Again that is not the opinion of most vampires but you can never be too careful. Not to mention the vibes I am getting from this house scream Dark Lord supporters.
So what should I do? Should I storm the house blasting my magic at anything that moves? As I finally end up battling Count Dracula himself in a duel for the ages. Or do I perhaps sneak into the house silently killing every single vampire thug? I look up at the shiny sun that is still burning brightly and should be up for another five hours.
I then set fire to the house. I don’t even cast a spell I just rub a couple of sticks I found on the ground. As the house slowly starts to light up I Sit around and just watch. I might have just set someone’s house on fire. I could be wrong I just went after the vibes. I had no other reason than that.
As the flames grow I hear signs of panic but no one has tried to leave yet. I want to comfort myself by saying if someone runs out I’ll put out the fire but odds are I’d just leave. I am not a good person. I may also have some rather bad feelings I need to work through. Is this the right way to go about that? Who knows? The fuck I look like a therapist. Nope, I am clearly a pyromaniac. Also, a wizard can’t forget that bit again.
Well, this is broad day light so maybe the fire department will make it in time to save them. Can’t have that so I start to set more fire around the property. Still no one has left the house so I decided to just leave. These people are not my mortal enemy that I must see die with my own eyes. They are just a convenient target. I also need to rob me some blood bags. So another point me spell this time targeting an actual Hospital.
We shall never know if I made the right call. Sure I could turn around and check but that’s not happening. The fuck I look like a god damn newspaper. Either I killed a random family living in a spooky Victorian house or I ended a threat. I’m fine with either option. If they did not want to die they should have not lived in a spooky Victorian house. Screams bad vibes.
