I laid on my bed, resting my exhausted, aching, sore body. I felt much better after eating but I still wanted a nap.

Then some idiot knocked.

“Please, go away, I’m too tired.” I replied frustrated to the knock.

A man behind the door spoke professionally, “Agent Arthur Lemin here from the DSA, I’d like to ask you some questions.”

That woke me up. “Yes sir, let me get dressed.”

I was naked with only Fiona’s panties. I hope she doesn't mind me wearing them, they barely fit, too loose. I threw on pajama pants, and a t-shirt to open the door. He had his badge out and ready for me to see, “Sorry, sir, things have been rough lately.”

The DSA Agent stood tall and strong with a very ruggedly handsome face. He wore his trenchcoat over dress shirt and loosened tie. He reminded me of the comic version of Constantine. His handsome dark eyes had a neutral look, “May I come in?” His accent: British.

My heart nervously skipped a few beats.

“Of course, sir. I’d offer you something to drink but I’m a poor college kid hahaha.” He ignored my joke and investigated the room before sitting down on Fiona’s bed.

“I’d like to ask you a few question, Miss…”

I held out my hand, “I’m Oliver, sir, Oliver Sandusky. I uh, just have a new look, that’s all.” I get the dreadful feeling he won’t buy that one.

He took my hand, it was massive compared to my small, delicate hands. A touch of euphoria put me at ease. He gently shook it and softly said, “Please, be comfortable in your own room. I just have some questions.”

I did as recommended.

“You say you have a new look. Might I ask what you looked like before? Preferably a picture, if you don’t mind.” The agent inquired.

“Of course, of course.” I whipped out my phone. The only picture I had of me was of Fiona and me. Seeing them blurred my vision but I fought back before handing the Agent my phone. “Yeah, it’s a very new look.” Followed with a nervous giggle.

The Agent studied the pictured and gave a small, gentle smile, “So what gave you inspiration for this change?”

“Oh uh um, uuuuuuuuuuuh.”

You might as well tell him, little flower, I get the feeling he already knows.

I nodded. He seems trustworthy enough.

“I don’t know exactly, but I had this dream about this German woman-”

I’m Austrian.

“I mean Austrian woman named Countess Mircalla von Karnstein, but everyone knows her as Carmilla. I’m apparently her descendant that bonded with me or something. I’m also a witch now, which is cool, haven’t done any magic yet though. She also is changing my body which is why I look like this.” Gesturing to myself.

The studious silence unnerved me.

He nodded, “My condolences on your body changing into female. I’ve met a few other individuals who have undergone similar changes.”

There are other people like me?

Of course, there is, little flower, there is nothing new under the sun after all.

“Really it’s not a bad thing.” I gave him a grin, “I really love how my body is changing.”

The agent gave me a warm smile, “I’m glad then. Not many people take the change as well as you do.”

Oh goodness, he’s so handsome with he smiles, and his accent is making me melt!

I stood up with vigor and held out my hand again, “Let me reintroduce myself, I am Ophelia Jamie Sandusky!”

He shook my hand delicately, “Hello, Miss Ophelia, I’m Agent Author Wallace of the DSA.” We shook far longer than a usual handshake before I let go and sat down. That’s embarrassing.

“Any more questions?”

“Yes, do you know what happened the night of the massacre?”

I shook my head, “I wish so I could beat that guy up for killing my best friend.”

“Who’s your best friend?”

“Fiona, one of the people who were massacred.” Tears bubbled up, “She’s been my best friend since I got into Walnut. I miss her so much.”

Agent Wallace studied me for a moment with a neutral face, “Was Fiona acting weird right before the massacre?”

I scratched my head, “No… Wait, yeah, she was being really bitchy up until that night. I have no clue why.”

“Where were you at the night of the massacre?”

My blood ran cold.

“Are you accusing me?’

The agent shook his head, “No, I don’t think you did it, it’s just one of the questions I have to ask.”

I sighed in relief, “Thank goodness.” I took a minute to think about last night, it was weird. There’s like a blur, maybe I was drunk, “I don’t remember.”

“Tell me what you do know then.”

I lifted my head back, “I consider myself nocturnal as I always seem to have a hard time staying awake during the day. I love taking midnight strolls, they help me clear my head and that night I was looking back on my life. All of my life. I remember taking a turn and..." I furrowed my brow and scrunch my face. "I don't remember anything after that.”

“I see. Did Fiona ever mention anything about a cult?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “No? I don’t think so, why?”

“At the site of the massacre, there was a pentagram, candles, a ritual knife, and a cross that someone had been tied on.”

Death, screams, cries. Blood, pain, so much pain, thirst, so thirsty.

I heard a voice, but I couldn’t make it out. There was a squeeze on my shoulder, and I felt myself being pushed back toward the light. I shook my head and found a kneeling Agent Wallace gazing at me with concerned, caring eyes. He’s so handsome, has such kissable lips, and a tasty neck. I shook my head. What am I thinking?

“Hey, you okay?” He asked with a soft voice.

I gave him a small, tired smile, “Yeah, just tired.”

He replied with his own small smile, “You should get some rest, I’ll ask more questions tomorrow. Will you give me your number?”

A goofy grin appeared on my face, “Absolutely, handsome.” Then giggled. I repeated my phone number as Agent Sexy put it in his contacts.

“If you need anything, anything at all, or something comes up, please don’t hesitate. Oh, and can I take a bit of your hair for research purposes?”

“Ooof coouurssse.” I slurred, not realizing how weird that statement was.

“Have a good day, Miss Ophelia, I hope you get to feeling better.”

“You too, Agent Sexy.”

He gave me an odd look before he left. He’s so handsome hehehehe.

So adorable that my little flower has a crush! Please sleep, sweetie, and have wonderful dreams. Carmilla cooed internally. Still odd hearing someone other than yourself in your own head.

“I like your funny words, magic woman.” That was the last thing I said before I passed out on my bed.

Agent Arthur Wallace

Arthur sat on a bench watching all the college student to and from. Arthur didn’t know what to think about Ophelia. He does know she isn’t culpret for the massacre, but he does know that Carmilla is. The question is, ‘Can you arrest someone who’s already dead?’ The answer is, no obviously, you can’t arrest the dead. But what if that dead is haunting and possessing its descendant? Then can you arrest the dead, or do you arrest the person they’re being possessed by?

He shook his head. No, he didn’t want to arrest Ophelia. She’s such a sweet girl. He allowed himself to blush as the memory of her calling him Agent Sexy popped into view, and her adorable, loopy face gave his heart skips and his tummy butterflies. He shook his head hard. “No, don’t let emotions play a role in this. I still have a job to do.”

Carmilla was protecting her descendant and considering seeing genitals were laying on the pentagram, Arthur can only assume that she had the right to defend herself and her kin. Besides, Ophelia has no memory of what happened, and it seems like her brain is protecting her from remembering it. Which is good for the moment, but it’ll bite her ass eventually.

“Hey!” A voice called out; it was Blink.

Arthur grabbed the blood samples, “Hey, make sure you get this to the office quick and tell them to make it quick. A life may be on the line.”

Blink saluted as he grabbed the clump of hair taken from Ophelia's brush, “Yes sir.” She popped out of existence. It’s very unsettling to see someone pop out of existence.

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Arthur thinks he should arrest her. If her ancestor is dangerous enough that she would massacre people, obviously he couldn’t just leave her alone… Could he? Then again, he’d also be arresting an innocent, and that would make him feel more guilty. No no, he shouldn’t arrest Ophelia. For now, he should wait until the testing, and make sure that she’s labeled as a baseline. He couldn’t have the MSB sticking their big nose into this.

Back to Ophelia

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed into my pillow as I kicked and flailed around. All the memories of flirting with Agent Arthur were coming back painfully. Very painfully. “Why did I do that?! What’s wrong with me?!”

Nothing is wrong with you, little flower, you’re a beautiful, straight woman and he’s a handsome, straight man. You were loopy, darling, of course you’d do something you wouldn’t like. Carmilla tried to console me.

“He's so very handsome.” A goofy grin appeared on my face.

If you like boys that is.

“Did you ever have a lover, Grandma?”

I could feel her glare, Don’t call me Grandma. I’m much older than her. And yes, I’ve had plenty of lovers and even a wife thrice over.

“Woah, how long did you live?”

300 years old, more or less, most likely less. It’s hard to track time when the years go by quickly.

“Wow. Do you think I’ll ever live for that long?”

I do not know. Maybe.

“Can you tell me about your lovers?”

I’ll tell you only one, but after that, you have to do what I say.

“Oki doki.”

My first wife was back when I lived in Austria. I met her while in Romania on a mission.

“What was the mission?”

To kill Dracula.

“Holy moly, I wanna hear about that!”

Nope, I only talk about my lover. If you want more, you have to do what I say.

“Fine.”

When I met her, she was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen. Long locks of golden blonde hair, cornflower eyes, and the most gorgeous smile ever graced my sight. While I wasn’t busy killing vampires and other monsters, I spent courting her. It wasn’t easy. She was a strong woman with a big heart. Eventually, she accepted my invitation to marry, and as much as it’d make sense to have a tragic story, we lived happily ever after. At least until she passed away.

“Wow, I’m sorry for your lost.”

Pffft, if I got depressed every time someone I loved died, do you think I’d live 300 years? It hurt sure, but death is part of the circle of life.

“Yeah.”

Anyway, time for you to do what I say, and I say go outside!

“Okay?” I followed her instructions. The night was beautiful. It was still early enough for people to walk around, coming and going, “Now what?”

There was a bit of pressure in my head, Now to turn on your bloodsight.

“Blood what?” There was a click, and all around me was in black and white except everyone who walked by was a mass of red. “Woah, holy fuck.” When I squinted at one guy, I could see hearts pumping and blood moving.

This is bloodsight, an ability to see blood moving and flowing through the body. Pretty cool, isn’t it?

“Yeah! Really cool. What can I use it for?”

We’ll get to that eventually.

“How do I turn it off?”

Close your eyes and imagine a lever. Now pull the lever.

I nodded and did exactly that, that pressure returned and then that click, when I opened my eyes, my vision was normal again. I didn’t notice it before, but the night seems so bright. Not daylight levels of bright, but bright enough that it felt like day, “I have nightvision.” I whispered.

Yes, but we call it Darkvision.

“Oh, like D&D?”

What’s D&D?

“Dungeons and Dragons, you know the tabletop roleplaying game?”

Carmilla shook her head, No clue.

“Damn, I need to teach you about modern stuff.”

Hey! I know about modern stuff. Especially technology advancements!!

“But do you know about My Chemical Romance?”

Carmilla stood silent for a moment, No. Her voice sounded like a young girl whose hand was caught red-handed in a cookie jar.

“My point exactly!”

Anyway, walk around, get used to your new sights, enjoy the night, little flower.

I grinned, “Always will.”

I began my evening walk. An end-of-semester party was scheduled tonight. I’d go if I knew that I also knew what kinds of things happen to drunk girls at this party. You know what, fuck it, I’m gonna go to the party. Even if I don’t drink, I’ll make sure everyone is safe.

When I got to the house, I saw several people chilling outside, drinking. Inside there seems to be some kind of terrible rap song playing. I’m not a fan of partying, even more since they’re playing terrible music. I breathed deeply, and just as I was about to take a step inside, I smelled something delicious and metallic. I flipped on bloodsight. There was a trait of red aura. I squinted my eyes, what’s that?

A trail of blood. Smell.

I took a deep sniff, smelling peanut butter, metallic peanut butter, “That’s blood? Doesn’t smell like blood.”

Blood to you has changed in smell and taste. One of the things I wanted you to experience tonight.

“Neat.” Smelling blood as peanut butter is really weird. I realized how thirsty I am.

You should follow it.

I nodded and followed the scent. It wasn’t long before I turned an alleyway and found an unconscious naked girl and a dude with his pants down. A smile deepened on my face. Oh, so this was where it was leading me. I walked up to him and screamed, “Hey fucker.” Smashing him right in the jaw with my fist, knocking him far back onto the ground unconscious. Holy fuck, I don’t remember my punches hitting that hard.

I could hear Carmilla’s smile, Good job, you’ve found one of your abilities.

“What?”

The ability to amplify your strength. Feels incredible, doesn’t it?

The hum of energy vibrated throughout my body, “Yeah, it kinda feels like sitting in a massage chair. What else can I do?”

Much, but first let’s stick to the current situation.

“Right.” I bloodsighted the unconscious girl. Her blood was still pumping, that’s good. So was the unconscious fucker’s blood, too though there seems to be a scratch on his face which the red aura is leading to. Interesting. I kneeled next to the fucker. He looked so delicious right now as I was about to sink my teeth into it.

Stop, nope, don’t sink your teeth into his neck.

“Why?

Because it will hit a vital artery to the brain, killing him. Unless that is what you want. She spoke in such an even tone about murder, but considering that she’s lived for 300 years, I’m betting she killed quite a bit. Hopefully out of self-defense, or at least the greater good.

I nervously laughed, “Where should I bite him then?”

Behind the elbow. Take five sips and no more.

“Why sips?”

It’s easy to count sips than slurps. You want to give him nausea when he wakes up, but you don’t want him to die by blood lost.

I nodded, using bloodsight to find a vein. It was a new experience, sinking my teeth into someone. The blood flowed into my mouth and tasted like metallic peanut butter, not as thick as actual peanut butter. Tasted good, and I was so tempted to take another sip but pulled away. “Wow, that was uh something.”

The first taste of blood always does that. I remember when I had my first taste of blood. I wasn’t as self-disciplined as you are and accidentally killed my first meal.

“That’s uh not good.”

He was in prison for raping a little girl.

“Holy shit, nevermind then. Anyway,” I looked over at the unconscious girl and placed her on a wall so she could sit up, “Hey, wake up.” I gave her a little shake, she seemed to be semi-conscious. “Hmmm, I think she’s drugged. Anything I can do about that?”

If you don’t mind a little bit of that drug too then I’d suggest drinking her blood, three sips this time. Make sure you lick her arm first. It’ll sterilize the wound.

“Holy shit! I have sterilizing saliva?”

Yes, it’s to keep infection down, especially back in the day when the infection was common.

“I’m learning more and more neat things about being a bloodwitch.” I took the three sips from her arm. Her blood tasted like mint. Iron mint, but still mint. Very refreshing flavor after drinking blood peanut butter.

You’re technically a Dhampir, but that’s really up for debate. It was hotly debated by Austria how they could classify us. They settled on Dhampir in the end.

“Us? Are there more Dhampirs?”

Short answer, no magically created Dhampirs left in this world except you. Long answer, I have no clue.

“Why isn’t there anything said about this in history?”

Austrian nobility, including those who worked on the project, decided to burn all the documents so no one could recreate the project.

I nodded as the girl twitched slowly to consciousness, “Hey, sleeping beauty. I was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” Her eyes popped open, and her head swiveled as she tried to stand up, “Woah easy there, there you were drugged by that dude.” I gestured to the unconscious dude, “You’re safe now, just needed for ya to wake up so I could get you home.”

She nodded and rasped with a dry voice, “Thank you.”

I lifted her up, using my body for her to lean on, “My pleasure! Us girls gotta stick together and watch each other’s back.” It was wonderful to say that. We found a bench for her to sit on, and I called a Taxi.

“What’s your name?” She asked in a more confident tone.

I grinned, “Ophelia Sandusky,” and an unbalanced curtsy, “At your service!” Then giggled. The girl just smiled at me like I was being silly.

I see you’re starting to appreciate the theatrics. Gonna need to work on that curtsy. Carmilla giggled at me, and I rolled my eyes.

“Do you mind if we trade contacts.” The girl asked.

I shrugged, “Sure, what’s your name?”

“Julia Walnut.” She answered with a cringe.

My eyes boggled, “You’re the Dean’s daughter?!” Walnut University’s dean sometimes end up being a descendant of the original founder of the university.

She snapped, “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” And crossed her arms. A pang of guilt bounced through chest.

“Sorry, I was just surprised that’s all.”

She smiled, “Apology accepted,” We traded phone numbers. She then stated, “So you’re a meta.”

I shrugged, “A meta?”

“Yeah, metahuman.”

“Like a mutant?”

Julia scrunched her nose, “That’s a slur.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I’m not used to all of this yet.” I gestured to myself.

“When did you manifest?”

“Oh, like yesterday, in a weird dream involving my ancestor who started changing me.” Gestured towards my body.

She raised an eyebrow, “You know metas can only manifest at puberty age, right?.”

“Uh, no, I didn’t know that at all.”

She narrowed her emerald eyes in thought. They were so green and seemingly sparkled, they were amazing, “Unless you’re an avatar, but meh, I’m no expert.”

“You know more than me.” I shrugged.

“That’s because,” She grinned as a small green flame popped in her hand, “I’m a meta like you.” I sat there in disbelief as the taxi came. She kissed me on the cheek, “Seriously, Ophy, thank you. You’re a beautiful soul! If you need anything at all, you can always count on me.” She slid into the passenger seat, and the taxi went off. When they disappeared around the corner, I continued my very enthusiastic nightly stroll.

Later On

At four in the morning, Bane Cook received a call from one of his H1 friends. Saying that Jeb, one of the other members, was put in the hospital for a broken jaw and, interestingly enough, a bite wound. Bane had hastily thrown on clothes and drove to the hospital to find a sleeping Jeb.

“So, where’s the bite wound?” Bane asked.

Clara, Jeb’s girlfriend, pointed behind of his elbow, “Here. The doctors say it came from a cat, but it weirdly looks like it came from a mutant.”

Bane looked close. They were bit puncture marks, bigger than a cat bite, “Where did they find him?” Bane took a picture of it.

“In an alleyway with his pant and underwear down.”

“Why did he have his pants and underwear down.”

Clara shrugged, “No clue, I only just got here. Do you know who did this?”

Bane thought back to that waif-looking mutant girl with amber eyes, “I think so. But there’s no proof, and wouldn’t hold up well in court.” Clara sat down with a worn look on her face. Bane sat next to her and comforted her with an arm around her, “We’ll get this mutie fucker. Trust me. We’ll get it.”

Clara's voice toned in a soft fury, “You better.”