There was always a label for something abnormal, especially conditions that people may have, either genetically or developed from different situations.
One of the mostly occuring ones would be Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).
One of the reoccurring mental illness and according to study it's rare but still exist in a way. One of many that it cure hasn't been discovered.
From wide study by doctors of psychology, it's not something that can be controlled by the victim, this patients should be secluded and monitored due to how aggressive that could be to others and to themselves.
If anyone said there have been improvement, it would be a blatant lie due to how far the person's real self will have gone.
"This is bullshit" a thud came as she drop the book on the desk, nothing significant was forthcoming . Jenna needed understanding of who she has become.
Before the change, she was a loner . Sweet girl but a loner. Having accepted this, her relationship status was not something she would want to review.
There was no heartbreak, just harsh reality. If only they just stayed friends or not even be close at all. But that wasn't going to deter her from one goal, to help her widowed mother with life burdens.
So after thousands of applications to every school overseas, she landed one. And it was one of the best thing that ever happened to her.
Or so she thought.
She died... For a few hours and briefly possessed by the great Vlad. Being dead did more damage than she wants to admit.
Her heart beats, but nothing made it skip. She didn't feel fear or being nervous or discouragement, shame or any mild emotions that made her human but she felt others, like amusement, irritation, anger. Most importantly she never felt powerless.
The new her had what she had been struggling all her life for, and it felt good. It didn't take long for her to get accustomed to it.
"Why won't just let me die?" Vlad sighed, the plane was different from before. It was abit homey, it was furnitured like a studiok department, but the main color still remained white. Vlad sat on a Louis XIV, he had an apple in hand.
"I want that more than you, but I need to hold back. I'm beginning to see my artistic side. I don't even know how long this will go but it's all good, keeping you around drains me but it's worth it.
"You can't take them on by yourself, if you give me a chance I could be of use than being here
"You're a dying man, you should take what you can get." She warned.
"You don't know what you're doing, you have such great power and perfect body and yet you're not even doing the one thing anyone is suppose to do.
"Well I'm not you, I'm not going to go around massacring everyone just because I'm immortal. Sounds stupid, but I like the amassing of wealth part you did a great job at that .
"I've been alive for a long time, it wouldn't make sense if I didn't have anything to my name. I'm not like those dogs.
"What dogs?
"The wolf men, they have a shorter lifespan compared to us. They live longer than humans but for some reasons they don't have a good sense of being rich.
"Something tells me you have a few wolf men you're puppeteering somewhere.
"They prove to be good use in few areas."
"I'm beginning to make peace with the fact that you're a monster." She tsked. She sat upright on the king-size bed.
"How often did you drink blood
"As often as I like, food was growing bland the more I had it.
"Was it from blood bank or from lovers?
"How would you expect me to drink from a plastic, I had my personal winery and also blood bank.
"Do they get paid or they donate based on one lie or the other, white people are sort of gullible
" They don't have that kind of choice, I mostly get rampant supply from club games and the special ones the way I got you
"Club games and kidnapping" this club games was something that was common among the elite society. It was something diabolical and one of the best skeletons in their closet.
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His eyes darted around as he searched for the direction the voice came from, it could've been from anywhere and with these many people coming in and out of the place it was going to be different
"Oppa what is it? Let's go."
"Hey Joohyun, take her tl her home."
" Hey, chief is going to kill me " Joohyun protested, it fell on the wind as Tae made his way to where he believed the voice might come from.
He badly wants to take off his hat and nose mask but it would make things hard for him, he would be swarmed by fans and that's the last thing he wanted right now.
"It's just for a short time, I'll be back soon... I'll make it, just don't start the chase without me except you have a good reason..." she trailed off when she saw the tall man in front of her. He work a white shirt on grey pants and a cap and a nose mask to conceed his identity.
But that smell, she was familiar with it. With how much transformation she's been through, she became capable of things no ordinary person was and one of those things was to catch scent of people.
Mel had always been jumpy ever since that incident, and bumping into him today was nothing short of a miracle.
Jenna pulled her glasses and placed it on her temple.
"Tae?" She said as she narrowed her eyes. The side of his double lid eyes wrinkled like he was smiling, for a moment he thought he was going crazy.
"You're really here." He still find it hard to believe this, she was dorning curls this time and her ù
"Yeah, I think so." She said. They stood there for a while before a call came to his phone which he picked after a while.