Chapter 3: The Four Horsemen

Since killing the rogue vampires took quite of an effort, I built my own horsemen. The reason I occupied the vampire horses was because rogue vampires were extremely raging all the time because they were young and were usually just being turned. The older you were as vampires, the rage lessened especially when you drank the willing human’s blood or merely animal’s blood.

So, we fought with brain and tactics. That was also the reason I chose to build my own horsemen out of their despairs as humans when they were still humans. They had lived torturing lives as humans, thus I ended their miseries and gave them greater purpose.

Zachary, my first horseman, was in the military. I put him out of his desperation of crying painfully because his left arm and two legs were disheveled after the bombing erasing all of his crew from life. I asked if he wanted to live as another kind of soldier. Without hesitation, he answered,

“Yes! I'll follow you everywhere you need me as your apprentice.”

Ergo, I turned him right in the spot so he could assemble all his body parts and grew stronger as a vampire horseman. Vampires didn't need to build muscles, but he felt like it was yesterday when he went to the gym as a human. Thus, he still went to it.

Ezekiel, my second horseman, was a student and hiking expert. Each time he lost in the woods, he always knew how to find ways back. He was in the S.A.R team as well that he was well-known as the path whisperer. No paths nor missing person he couldn't find.

Alas! Your favorite activity would be the death of you. I found him at the bottom of an abyss with his calf bones sticking out and his shoulders dislocated. He couldn't speak but his fresh blood was so appealing to me that it told about his tough exertion he built so long.

When I asked if he wanted to live with even more adventures to explore, he blinked his eyes and tried to nod. I turned him right away, and it was excruciatingly painful for him to put all his body parts to where they should belong.

But he didn't flinch. He closed his eyes throughout the process, like he enjoyed and embraced the pain. He was my greatest rogue vampire tracker. With his new flawless vampire skin, he found himself sometimes modelling for a magazine.

It was funny sometimes, how the life of a vampire could turn your human life upside down.

John, my third horseman, had been a rider. Well, he was still a rider now only now with a vampire horse or sometimes my grandpa’s motorcycle. Mr. Tanaka said that it was always good to have one of the figures that brought back the memory of my mighty grandpa. John was the one a closer resemblance to my grandpa. So that I didn’t feel alone as someone looked like a member of my family stayed around me, as Mr. Tanaka put it that way.

Speed had been John’s everything in his previous life until the accident happened that took him months to be hospitalized. Muttered, he called for the devil to give him his life back as a rider. I heard him when I was taking care of our blood bags in the hospital.

I was curious so I asked him who helplessly lied on the bed with arms and legs hanging in plaster, if he wanted to ride again. Though it was riding vampire horse and killing bad guys, he glared at me and surprisingly he said,

“Why not? I’d do it in a blink if I could.”

I smiled mockingly. Clearly, he didn’t know which was obvious, how painful it was to be turned into a vampire. Because when you were turned, it was the last time you’d feel pain. Then you’d rise as a powerful creature, the undead vampire who if you could manage to live smartly, you could live forever tasting the immortality.

Therefore, I added the balance responsibility to the immortality. Protecting the humans, the living, for the sake of their futures. Until the peace restored. Until there wasn’t any rogue vampire anymore and the humans could live without threats, then I might consider to retire or sleep forever until I had to be awakened to fight for the peace again. Hence, I abode,

“That’s not how it works. You’ll be in pain before you get your life back as a rider, even a better life with bigger purpose. Because it’ll be the last time you’ll feel pain, and you’ll rise a stronger creature with a bigger responsibility.” I hid my fangs a little bit not to scare him but he looked like he was used to the hideous appearance of a vampire.

John answered,

“Might I gonna miss the pain, because I am used to live with it. But it’ll be worth it if I could rise as a powerful and beautiful creature like you, running around restoring the peace on the earth’s surface. That’s a much better way to live hell of a life.”

Sparkles I saw in his eyes. Indeed, he reminded me of my grandpa when the first time he saw me turned into vampire after the curse descended to me. John was helplessly hopeless lying on the bed, yet his eyes were so full of life. A lively one like my grandpa. Mr. Tanaka said the same reason when I brought John back to the castle, he said that John’s spirit was almost similar to my grandpa’s.

I reported to the hospital that he’d be removed to a safe house for his full recovery. People would just think that John was willing to be our blood bags so everyone would forget about him. Though the fact it was tiring if I had to glamour everyone to turn John into a vampire right away in the hospital. I might be the law, but I had to act considering the living, the human and a bunch of medical laws that I had to violate.

If John wasn’t riding with us as my third horseman killing the rogue vampires, he’d be in the garage or patrolling around with my grandpa’s bike. 

Viktor, my fourth horseman, was in the Force when a rogue vampire threw him against a steel column breaking all his bones. I was there finally realizing my three horsemen weren't strong enough to decapitate a raging rogue vampire's head.

Viktor was a victim of my carelessness, so I offered him bigger power as a vampire, later to be a vampire cop. Without hesitation, he yelled out of his unbearable pain,

"What are you waiting for? Do it! So that I could kill more rogue vampires!"

He was in anger because he felt incurably weak for being a mere human. I turned him on the spot, so he could mend his broken bones and rose as a vampire cop.

He was the first person in the Force to inform us whenever there was a raging rogue vampire loose running around destroying human bodies and sucking blood. My four horsemen were complete and worked effectively. Though we were vampires, my werewolf ancestor's blood ever ran in my veins.

Therefore, hunting and killing in a pack, were in the blood.

I believed when Mr. Tanaka appeared, then it was time for me to summon them getting ready for hunting the founded rogue vampire’s attack.

But Mr. Tanaka’s small smile this time didn’t indicate that, it was more of…

-To be continued-