Vampire Cultivation System in a Hidden World of Monsters

They took my body to an incinerator room to be incinerated obviously. Once everyone had left the room except for the operators of the incinerator, I put my plan into action.

When they put me on the tray to push my body into the incinerator, I grabbed my head that had been placed above my neck and sat up. I pressed my head down onto my neck.

Sending tons of Vi to the wound, it closed up and my head reattached in just a few seconds, which was exactly how long the incinerator operators stood there shocked that a dead body had gotten up.

Then they grabbed weapons but I was faster. I bit my arm and then sent blood blades rapidly extending out of my arm, into the necks of the incinerator operators.

They fell to the ground. I got up off the tray and checked them for pulses. They were dead. I grabbed their bodies one at a time and loaded them onto the tray. I checked their bodies for keys or other important items. They both had sets of keys, so I took them and their wallets.

Then I pushed them into the incinerator and closed up the door.

I looked around to see if there was another way out of this room other than the front door. There were bags of trash piled up here so they had to have some way to take them to the dumpster outside right? I looked around until I found a service elevator in the back of the room.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

They had all my belongings, which weren't much, laying on a separate tray to be incinerated as well. I grabbed my wallet, keys, phone, and sword, which was all there was.

Then I got into the elevator. This one didn't require a blood scan or anything. Just keys which I had. I put the keys into the hole and turned them. A light dinged on and I could access the buttons. I pressed the letter G for ground floor.

I wished I could text Victoria I was alright, but I didn't have her number. Cell phones were useless underground so we didn't use them. I had no need for her number then. And even now, she was still underground, so even if I had her number she wouldn't receive the text.

The elevator let out into an alleyway. I walked to where I left my car, but it was gone. Probably got towed. So I walked around on the street outside the Sanguis Fluid Dynamics building hoping no one recognized me on the cameras.

I continuously pressed the buttons on the two car remotes of the employees I had incinerated. Eventually I got a hit on a light blue SUV. I hopped in and accelerated away before someone caught me.

I headed back to my apartment but all my stuff was out on the street and the locks had been changed. Crap. I thought that I had left the human world behind, and now when I needed my old life back, it wasn't just sitting there waiting for me.

I had a few options. I could sleep in the car until I found a place that accepts gold coins of an unknown mint as payment. I could find a homeless shelter and hope they have room. Or I could go back to the mafia.

I knew which one was the most reasonable option. The one that would get me back on my feet the quickest and get some real money in my pocket. And it was the one place I didn't want to go.

After slamming my hand against my steering wheel, saying some obscenities, and throwing a minor tantrum as an adult, I decided to go back to the mafia.

I parked my stolen car a few blocks away and walked to the building. I went down the alley and knocked a code on the door, and it opened for me. The doorman recognized me and smiled, happy and unsurprised to see me. He knew I'd come back eventually. They all did.

"The boss is waiting for you," Luther said.

"As in right now, or in general?" I asked.

"Right now. He saw you walking up the street on the cameras," Luther said. He put a handheld radio up to his face and spoke into it, "I'm sending him up right now, boss."

"Good," a deep voice said on the other end.

I walked up the stairs and knocked on Johnny's office door.

"Come in," a voice said on the other side.

I opened the door and walked into the room. Johnny was sitting in a very comfortable looking swivel chair behind a big mahogany desk. There were several screens set up on it, most of which displayed camera views and one he used to play solitaire or surf the internet.

"My son. What predicament do you find yourself in that you've come running back here? I thought you were done with me and my whole operation," Johnny crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

Johnny Calabrese was my adoptive father. Him calling me his son wasn't just a figure of speech. I actually was his son. Not that I wanted to be. I just needed a legal guardian at the time and he needed a kid with my talents.

According to the system my lockpicking skills were just adequate, but no other fifteen year old I knew at the time had "adequate" lockpicking skills. And I didn't know anyone under eighteen who could safe crack. I wasn't the best but I was good enough to be called a safecracker.

And in a lot of industries, "good enough" is all you need to be successful. This was simply because so few people were at least "good enough" at their jobs. Most people were "barely satisfactory".

At least that's the way it was in the crime industry. No one stayed in it long enough to get good, because all it took was one bust and you were in jail for twenty years, or worse, for life.

Not a lot of people survive in an industry where even a single tiny mistake could get you "fired." Hell, in the crime industry you didn't even have to make a mistake to get "fired." The opposition could just have had luck on their side that day.

"Father. Something happened and I need a place to stay," I said. "Some people I thought were on my side tried to kill me, and I have nowhere else to go."

"Auntie Ethel's homeless shelter is right down the street," he said, pointing behind him with his thumb.

"You know that place never has vacancies," I said.

"What about Green Pastures?" He said.

"That place burned down years ago," I said.

"What about A New Home?" He said.

"That place is a crack house now. No offense to people who do crack, but its just not my scene," I said.

"Well, then it sounds like you really do have nowhere else to go," he said, a malevolent grin spreading across his face. "I'd let you stay, but you know my policy. Anyone who benefits from the business—"

"Contributes to the business," I said. "I know. I have money."

"Well, then you must have forgotten my other saying," he said. "Everyone works or it doesn't—"

"work. Right. How could I forget that?" I said. "It really has been too long."

"Three years is a long time, son," he said. "But I think it's about time you came back into the fold."