1918 October
I fear that without vampires to hunt, the hunters will soon lose their means of existing, I have to find something or else I might just starve to death
But that power, it’s triggering me to go deeper…
1918 November
Vienna, here we go again
I’ve been traveling through all of middle Europe seeking for the source
And it led me right back here
Tired and exhausted, I lay down on the ground, feeling that sense of strong affection
It is here
I just don’t know where
We’ll, I have buckets of time to search
And potentially buckets of money to facilitate my searches
As I could find a job as a regular hunter…
1918 December
I was wrong
I have totally underestimated the specialty of vampire hunters, being one for too long makes you unaware of anything else than, well, vampires
I have lost basic sense of understandings of regular hunting
Even trying jobs like hitman is just impossible
I couldn’t even realize them passing by
I just feel vampire
And that’s all I felt
Vienna is probably my deathbed, I couldn’t leave because of that power…It’s like drug overdose, replacing my every need and will with this lust of power, if I step out of this city, lost of dopamine will drive me crazy, my physical body is rapidly deteriorating
I couldn’t find a job to do because I have lost the basic abilities to communicate with normal humans, I could only record these messages now as I can still write, I don’t know when I will lose my literacy.
The first moon
Unfortunately I have lost my sense of calendar and metric time
What year it is and what month we are in doesn’t really matter
so I will mark today’s dairy as the start of a new era, as the first moon rises
I could only tell that a day has passed by the moon rising over again
ironically this “era” won’t last very long, as I am literally starving…
The second moon
Having nothing to do, I wondered around the city streets
Looking at the residents of Vienna
They are just…normal, really, just normal
But reversely, many of them gazed me with an unimaginable look
Is it because of my silver hair? Or my sense of Vampire hunter? Or just my hideous appearance? I haven’t take a shower since I came here…
The third moon
Third time’s the charm, as people say
Yet there is not many expectations for this day…
Just searching through the trash can behind the bakery
I just wonder how I ended up in this damn situation
Well
Looking back at the pages I wrote
I may have fallen in a trap…
The fourth moon
I definitely didn’t think this through
I should never came here
My god, what have I done?
The fifth moon
I hate myself
I hate myself
I hate myself
The only present thought in my mind
Is to reverse time
And maybe never be a vampire hunter ever again
It’s rather pity that I have forgot how to even throw my damn knife yet still remember how to spell “vampire”
It’s like I am worshiping them
Gross
The sixth moon
I feel like if this situation lasts another ten days
I will surely be dead in the water
Really?
I am sure that I’ve looked through every inch of land in this city
Yet still
To no avail
The seventh moon
Great
I opened my mouth
And nothing came out!
It took away my voice
Is it because nothing has come in since I haven’t ate in a week or so?
Damn
Just take away my brain stem so I can die a quick death
The eighth moon
I was able to locate some useful information
Better record it before I forget it
The power, or energy, or whatever you wish to call it
The source of that energy doesn’t want itself to be found
So it cast a spell to distribute it evenly
Who would do that?
As far as I know, it is rather difficult for a vampire to have magical abilities
I know, rather weird…
The ninth moon
I decided to set a temporary base around the bakery I used to find food pieces
I drew the location and surroundings into braille behind the trash can
Spending all day completing the project
I felt like I’ve done something
The tenth moon
I spent a day outside my base wondering
If there are magic, there must be seals
And every magician has a unique seal
If only I could find it
The eleventh moon
I knew who it is
I found a seal on one of the pillars of a building
It was Patchouli
Knowing her so long
I knew that like the back of my hands
Why though?
The twelfth moon
No matter why she did this
I must find out fast
My vision is blurry
I could only extinguish living beings by their vivid appearance
I am not going to last very long…
The thirteenth moon
Damn
What have I done…
The fourteenth moon
Fantastic
I opened my eyes
And
Just darkness before my visions
I lost
There is no way I could find out why now
The fifteenth moon
This day was particularly ridiculous to record since I couldn’t see
But I was able to tell this day passing by touching the furnace of the bakery
When it completely cools down
I knew the fifteenth day ended
I laughed
Nothing came out
Great
I am going to die
The sixteenth moon
I woke up with a severe headache burning my brain
I painfully rolled on the ground
I couldn’t take it anymore, My mind is telling me to get closer to that power I seek, yet I struggle to find the source of it for days
Food? Water? Breathing? Blood circulation? Doesn’t matter…I only want a fraction of that just a little more concentrated pure lust of power…
“Look at you, so powerless and pathetic”
“Who are you”…I opened my eyes as I crawled myself out of the garbage pile
Yet
The blackness has gone, and voices came out of my mouth
That crimson wing, it struck into my eyes,
That’s a vampire for sure
For damn sure
Her blue hair, blown by the wind, flaps the same rhythm as her wings
Her lance, scarlet, long, rather energetic
Her attraction, she is the power I seek, I have never been so sure in my life
“My name is Remilia Scarlet, quite suits my lance, doesn’t it? mind following me? I have a sister to look after, come, and I will give you what you crave”
“Yes, my lord”
As if that wasn’t a vampire, I answered sincerely
I knew I wasn’t wrong
I Izayoi Sakuya
The Sakuya of the sixteenth moon
The name given by my master to mark the sixteen days of suffering
Have never been so sure