Lil
When I opened my eyes, I heard the roosters crowing. I looked at my wristwatch and saw that it was still 4:44 AM—sounds like time of the devil. It's too early to wake up. I looked around and saw Cain lying on his bed. I remembered what happened yesterday.
For all the creatures in this world, I have fought with vampires. Yet, instead of fear, excitement surges through me. I didn't expect that the curse would be awakened again after I got bitten by the vampire. It has been a long time since I saw myself go wild like that. Still, seeing my own hands kill the enemies gave me trauma.
I looked at my hands, wondering if I could ever go back to that kind of version of me again. That boy who knew nothing about this world, a kid who didn't think too deeply, and questioned things normal humans might not understand.
"Hey! You okay there?" Cain asked, looking at me.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Did I wake you up?" I asked.
"Not really, but it's too early for you to wake up. Why won't you go back to sleep again?" he said.
"I don't feel like going back to sleep."
"Something's bothering you?" he asked. "You can tell me anything. I'll listen."
"Nope. It's not really important," I said.
"Okay." Cain stood up. "I'll go and get some coffee."
I followed Cain to the kitchen and watched him brew some coffee. He told me that he worked as a barista when he was still alive. That's the first thing I knew about him, as he barely talked about himself.
"What kind of coffee do you like? Latté, cappuccino, Americano, or espresso?" he asked.
"I'm not familiar with the choices," I said with a sigh.
"Alright. I know you'd say that. You came from a poor family who doesn't even know the name of the coffee they are drinking. How could you live like that?"
"Are you trying to make fun of me?" I asked. "Thank God I wasn't poor rich. I didn't even know the brand of clothes I'm wearing, but my parents, they never taught me to make fun of someone who is poor."
"My fault. I didn't mean it."
"Apology accepted. But you have to brew me the most aromatizing coffee in the world. You said you were a barista. You should know how to make your customer happy with a cup of coffee, am I right?" 
Cain started brewing a single shot of espresso using an espresso machine. While the espresso was brewing, he steamed a small amount of milk until it formed a light foam. Once the espresso was ready, he poured it into a small cup, then gently spooned 1–2 teaspoons of the milk foam on top. He carefully marked the espresso with just a touch of foam, preserving its strong flavor while adding a hint of creaminess. 
"Here's your caffè macchiato, sir," Cain said.
"Whoa!" I was amazed by just looking at it. I didn't want to destroy its shape, but I was also curious how it tasted, so I took a sip. "Mmmm. This is like a classic Italian drink."
"Did I make you happy, sir?" Cain asked.
"Yeah, thank you for this. You've made my morning. Can I have this again next time?"
"Of course." Cain smiled. He drank his coffee too. "I'll make you another cup if you want."
I wondered what had gotten into him to treat me like this. He had never been so generous and kind before. He couldn't even think of having a coffee first thing in the morning because his mind was occupied with his mission, but he has changed. People do really change, even ghosts.
After having coffee, I went into the bathtub and took a bath. The water was tepid. I remembered myself when I was young. I didn't like taking cold baths. I always boil water and add it into a container to make the water warm.
I think I have grown a lot after everything I've been through. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. I'm not easily shaken by fear of seeing blood anymore. I had gotten used to this kind of life, taking lives, but it doesn't mean that I want to stay like this forever. I want to get rid of the curse and live like a normal guy.
I might be able to find my future wife. Someone who'd love me for who I am. No matter how many flaws and imperfections I got. No matter how many people I've killed out of this pursuit for freedom.
"Are you done?" Cain asked. He stepped into the bathtub with his naked body.
"What are you doing?" I replied. "I'm not done yet."
"Don't mind me. I don't occupy any space. I just want to take a warm bath," he said.
Since he didn't really occupy any space, I let him stay in the bathtub, then I stepped out and dried myself using a white towel. I wore my favorite clothes, a plain white t-shirt and pants. I didn't like wearing jeans since that would restrain me from moving smoothly.
"So, what are we going to do now?" I asked while combing my hair in front of the mirror.
"What else?" Cain replied. "I want you to get ready. This is going to be a big shot."
After too long of being together, I could easily understand Cain now. It felt like I could read his own mind or that we could communicate telepathically without speaking out our thoughts. The way he moved and talked became so familiar to me. I could even tell it when he had a problem.
The sun was already up when we got outside of the apartment. There was a black cat purring in front of the door. I was about to catch it, but it ran away as fast as it could through the streets.
Unfortunately, a speeding car passed by, and boom! The black cat got hit. I was confused because its body was gone. That cat must be a witch.