Vampire God in the Apocalypse

Dexter woke up to the smell of something delicious, something extraordinarily delicious. His heart was beating fast and as he blinked, the world became red.

'That sweet scent, where's it coming from?' Dexter pinpointed the location and saw Rina sleeping not so far away from him, her neck glowed bright red.

'What the hell is happening?' Dexter slowly began to move towards where the scent was coming from.

He stopped as he looked his hands. His entire being was telling him to bite the girl in front of him but he didn't want to.

'My body, it hurts.' He gritted his teeth so hard as he forced himself to turn around.

'It's like gravity is pulling me towards her.' Dexter strained all his muscles as he crawled slowly to his bag.

'Need blood. Need blood.' His eyes began flashing a red light over and over as he struggled to stay in control of his body.

He soon reached his hand for his bag and immediately brought a bottle of red blood.

He immediately put it in his mouth as he began to gulp it down greedily.

He drank.

He finished the contents in the bottle.

He brought another one and drank, and he wasn't satisfied until he finished that one too.

Dexter panted hard as he looked around. The bottle slipped from his hand and hit the ground, making a low noise.

He looked outside to see it raining heavily and loudly and he slumped back on the floor.

'That was more than what I expected. It was as if my head was about to explode.' He thought as he began to catch his breath.

He was warned by the system that he would have to fight for his humanity and sanity but he didn't expect that it would be like this.

It was difficult.

As he gasped, his whole body ached as he fought back to gain control and now he was exhausted.

He closed his eyes as he was very tired and he felt like sleeping.