After the Mark

CHAPTER EIGHT: Awakening to Eternity

I arrived at the hotel and stepped into the lobby. It was mostly empty—just a few late-night guests wandering about, murmuring quietly, and a pair of female receptionists behind the desk. The faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft flicker of the lobby lights made the place feel unreal—too quiet, almost sterile, as if the city outside didn’t exist.

"Where is the one who was here before?" I asked, my voice low but edged with curiosity.

"If you mean Chinedu," one of them replied, her tone clipped, "his shift is over."

"Okay." I nodded once, taking in the polished marble floor and the faint scent of disinfectant mixed with luxury air fresheners. "Is everything taken care of?"

"Yes, ma'am," she said carefully. "Everything… has been taken care of."

I gave another polite nod, forcing a smile, and began to turn away—but stopped mid-step.

"Did either of you see my guest leave? Or did he come downstairs at any point?"

The two women exchanged a subtle glance.

"Not that we noticed," one finally replied.

"Alright. Thank you."

I walked to the elevator, the soft ding echoing faintly as the doors closed behind me. Already, I could feel it—his heartbeat. A jagged rhythm, fast, uneven, panicked. It vibrated through my senses like a warning.

I sighed, bracing myself.

When the elevator doors opened, he was there. Shirtless, sitting rigidly on the arm of the couch, staring out the window as if the sprawling city might swallow him whole. Every movement was tense, every breath shallow. The moment our eyes met, he jumped to his feet, panic flashing across his face.

"I've been waiting for you," he said quickly, almost tripping over his words. "I—I need to get out of here."

"Daniel," I said calmly, stepping inside. "You need to slow down. Breathe."

"No, you don’t understand." His voice cracked. "I… I like someone."

Tears slid down his cheeks as the weight of realization crushed him.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "I killed someone."

I closed the door behind me, the faint click sounding impossibly loud in the stillness. Slowly, deliberately, I approached him. Each step I took was measured, almost ceremonious, until I stood directly in front of him. His hands shook as I took them in mine.

"Listen to me," I said softly, locking eyes with him. "I have stood exactly where you are standing more times than I can count. I know this feeling—the horror, the guilt, the confusion. You feel like you’ve committed the most unforgivable sin… and the part that terrifies you most is that some part of you enjoyed it. That contradiction is tearing you apart."

He looked at me, broken, almost hollow.

"You are drowning in emotions right now," I continued, my voice firm but gentle. "Shock. Fear. Shame. Hunger. Grief. All of it crashing into you at once. But you are not lost, Daniel. You are not alone."

I tightened my grip slightly, reassuring him with contact.

"You have me," I said. "I will walk you through this pain, step by step. I will teach you how to live with it, how to control it, how to survive it. What you’re feeling right now—it won’t always be this sharp. It will dull over time. You will learn. And one day, you will breathe without feeling like your chest is about to tear open."

I leaned closer, my eyes scanning his face, memorizing the flicker of fear that lingered there.

"I promise you… it does get easier."

His breathing steadied slightly, though the tension hadn’t left his shoulders.

"But Mark—" he started, hesitating. "How do I go back to my life now? How do I—"

"Hey." I cut him off gently. "That life is over."

He froze, as if the words had struck him physically.

"You are no longer human," I said quietly. "You can’t pretend anymore. You have to cut off every human connection you still cling to. You are not like them now. You are an apex predator."

He shook his head, denial flickering in his eyes. "I can’t just—"

"No." My tone hardened. "Unless you want to lose control again. Unless you want to rip his head off."

Silence fell. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner filled the room.

I released his hands and went to the bed, sliding under the sheets. A few minutes passed before he spoke again, his voice hesitant.

"So… what do I do now?"

I sat up slightly. "Whatever you want. You’re free. Remember that. Just don’t reach out to your loved ones. It never ends well."

I lay back, letting the silence stretch, watching him as he absorbed the gravity of his new reality.

"It’s almost dawn," he said after a moment. "What am I supposed to do during the day?"

"Vampires sleep during the day," I replied calmly, though my mind raced with caution.

"But I’ve been asleep all night," he said.

I groaned, running a hand over my face. "You have the blood of Asogun in you. The sun means nothing. Do you have any idea how rare that is?"

"So I can walk under the sun without getting burned?"

I laughed lightly. "You watch too many vampire movies. Vampires don’t just burn in the sun—they explode. Like a bomb. Enough force to take down three houses."

His eyes widened, both terrified and awed. "That’s… terrifying. But I don’t have to worry about that, right?"

"No," I said simply. "Asogun lives in you."

"Who is Asogun?"

"The All-Father of our vampiric lineage," I replied. "People give up their wealth, their families, their entire lives just for a chance to belong to his bloodline."

A slow, almost reverent smile spread across his face. "Cool."

"So," I asked, shifting slightly, "what have you always wanted to do?"

He stood from the bed, weighing his answer carefully, as if every word might define the rest of his immortal existence.

"I want to travel the world," he said finally. "Meet every tribe. Go places no one dares to go."

Relief washed over me. He could finally go, and I could return to my own life—whatever was left of it.

"Oh, you’ll get tired of that," I said lightly, trying to ease the tension.

"But I’m immortal," he replied confidently. "I have infinite time."

"You’ll get tired of that too," I added with a smirk.

He shrugged. "If I ever get tired of living… there’s always a way out. Stake to the heart. Decapitation."

"Fire too," I added, my voice calmer now. "But if you master it—if you control it—it won’t harm you. Not a scratch. Not a burn. Not a thing."

He exhaled slowly, a small flicker of hope in his eyes. For the first time since he arrived, he looked like someone who could survive this new life.