Fernando's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty as he tried to make sense of Damon's actions. The transformation into a vampire had been unexpected and abrupt, leaving him grappling with a multitude of emotions. He couldn't help but question why Damon had chosen him specifically for this fate.
As he walked through the dimly lit streets of New York, Fernando couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled deep within him. The night seemed to stretch out endlessly, mirroring the vast expanse of questions that plagued his mind. Why him? What had Damon seen in him?
Just about a month ago the city was the victim of a terrorist attack. However, the city's bustling nightlife continued around him, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within Fernando's heart. He longed for answers, for the truth behind Damon's actions. But as he pondered, he couldn't help but question whether he should trust Damon at all. After all, this transformation had stripped away his humanity, leaving him forever changed.
Lost in his thoughts, Fernando found himself in front of an old secondhand bookstore he frequented. The shelves were lined with used books of all genres, their spines worn and weathered from years of avid readers. A sense of familiarity washed over him as he stepped inside, the scent of aged paper and ink enveloping him.
As he perused the shelves, his eyes landed on a book by one of his favorite authors. The cover was worn, its corners frayed, a testament to the countless times it had been read and cherished. Fernando's heart skipped a beat as he realized Damon's words about him getting chosen for a reason.
Perhaps, just perhaps, Damon had seen in Fernando a potential for greatness he couldn’t see for himself.
With newfound determination, Fernando closed the book and took a deep breath. He would embrace this new existence, this unconventional path that Damon had set him upon. As he left the bookstore after purchasing the book, Fernando couldn't help but feel a glimmer of excitement amidst the uncertainty. Damon's choice may have turned his world upside down, but it also presented an opportunity for growth and self-discovery.
And a few hours later, Fernando sat in his dimly lit apartment, his mind swirling with confusion and disbelief. The book he was reading just made him think of more questions. How had his life taken such a drastic turn? From being a respected New York policeman to becoming a vampire. It was a reality he still struggled to accept, he had been an officer with a good reputation and a clean record, someone many of his subordinates looked up to. As he gazed into the mirror, he couldn't help but notice the changes in his appearance.
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In the bathroom, looked at himself in front of a mirror. His once brown eyes now stared back at him with a haunting gray color, matching the long hair that cascaded down his back. His skin, once slightly tanned, now held an unnatural paleness.
“If I’m a vampire? How can I see myself in a mirror?” He scoffed, nothing made sense anymore.
Though not yet a full vampire, Fernando possessed abilities beyond those of a regular human. He reveled in his newfound strength, his enhanced senses of hearing and smell, and his ability to see clearly in the darkest of nights. But he also grappled with the responsibility that came with these powers. How could he control them? How could he ensure that he wouldn't succumb to the darkness and the pure instinct Damon warned him about?
Lost in his thoughts, Fernando was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. He stepped out of the bathroom and looked through the peephole of his door. It was Visconti, his enigmatic benefactor. Visconti was just a regular human, yet he was also powerful, he didn’t know how but he could feel Visconti’s powerful and intimidating aura, yet Visconti showed a genuine interest in helping Fernando navigate his new existence.
"Hold on," Fernando said before opening the door.
Visconti entered, his presence commanding and his gaze piercing. Visconti observed him with an intensity that made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
"Fernando, my dear boy," Visconti began, his voice dripping with an air of wisdom. “I haven’t seen you in two weeks… how are you feeling?”
“I’m alright,” Fernando nodded. Visconti, who always covered his face one way or another, didn’t wear a mask this time. Instead, Visconti wore tinted goggles and a hat.
"You have great potential, but you must learn to harness and control your powers. If you are to survive in this world the way you are, you must harness your new abilities. One easy way of doing so is Thaumaturgy."
Thaumaturgy. The word echoed in Fernando's mind, unfamiliar yet intriguing. He had experienced what Thaumaturgy barely the last time he met with Visconti, and he still couldn’t believe it.
Thaumaturgy was the key to unlocking his true potential, to understand the depths of his vampire powers or so Visconti said. And Visconti had just the person to guide him on this path.
"I have arranged for a Thaumaturgy instructor to help you," Visconti continued; excitement in his voice. "She is a very sophisticated Japanese woman, trained by none other than Damon himself. Although Damon isn’t a Thaumaturgist, she will teach you how to manipulate Aether to cast spells, and through that, you will gain a better understanding of your new superhuman abilities."
Fernando's curiosity piqued. A someone trained by Damon himself? It was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He nodded in agreement, eager to begin his training. Although he was not sure if he should trust Damon in the first place.
Visconti smiled, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "Excellent, my boy. Her name is Akiko, and she will be here in a few days. You must prepare yourself.”
As Fernando braced himself for the arrival of Akiko, he couldn't help but feel a surge of hope. Perhaps in mastering Thaumaturgy, he would find solace, purpose, and a way to reconcile his humanity with his newfound inhuman existence.