3rd pov:

It was around 8:30 at night, most families had retired to their homes with very few daring to walk around at this time. The night was cold bringing with it a shiver as its breeze past through the bodies of the homeless and others in the night. The young vampire though was barely feeling it, his body much more resistant towards the cold due to his body’s natural temperature.

He was on his way home after spending the remainder of the day in the company of one his only friends (who did not suspect him at all because he told them it was for a Halloween costume even though he was too old to wear fake contact lenses and powder his kin pale), staying as long as possible to stay away from home but inevitably returning as he had no desire prove a nuisance to his friend. Now walking down the street he felt a sense of de ja vu. After all this was the street he was walking on when he was turned. But now was different he was more powerful, and he was confident he was more powerful than quite a lot of the street thugs in the city. He felt no fear in the night, in fact; he welcomed it.

Damian heard a voice; a scream. What were the chances it was in the exact same alley where he met Michael? Quite a lot it seemed. He saw three men hunched over the figure of a woman; it was the woman he fed off in the park! The men were looking at her lecherously. ‘Bastards’ he thought with his eyes glowing bright red; a sign of his rage, he hated rapists like this. And while it did seem cliché to jump in to help like some anime protagonist with a justice complex, he bared his fangs; he wanted to test out his new strength and now was a perfect opportunity.

Damian pov:

I attacked on instinct pouncing toward the one farthest from his group, he screamed for help; and without knowing what came over me I snapped his neck killing him instantly. This wouldn’t work on the other two, I assumed a fighting stance as one of them set their hands on fire while the other was seemingly turning his hand into a metallic blade.

“ come on people, can’t you just leave me alone and I’ll forget you tried to rape a woman ‘cause you both knew you had no chance of getting laid” I said trying to rile them up. Which worked brilliantly as their faces scrunched up in anger like rotten tomatoes.

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“I’ll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch!” ‘Fire hands’ yelled as he started throwing fire balls at me, but I was moving continuously to dodge him while ‘blade hands’ was trying to find an opening to stab me. So basic. I had finally reached fire hands and punched him in the face, being careful to control my strength to disorient him and then I kneed him in the stomach with all my strength making him crumple to the ground. Then I turned grabbing the other guy’s hand and slamming him face first into the wall and then slamming him again and again until I heard fire hands attempting to blast us both with a wave of flames so turned around using all my vampiric speed to slam him into the wall and then grabbing him by the throat, choking him until-

‘-1o health’

‘You are currently bleeding, till wound is healed you will lose 1 hp every second’

The little asshole stabbed me! I had no idea what came over me but I grabbed his hand out of my stomach , grabbed the next one and use it to cut off the hand he had put in my stomach. Then I used it impale him through the chest, killing him. And then I turned on his friend with the flames before proceeding to slit his throat as he choked on his own blood while it splattered on the floor from my strike.

‘The injury has been healed and you will no longer lose health. Your blood would be used to restore your health.’

I looked at where the woman was, as she had run away as soon as the fighting started. I looked at the bodies, I had taken those lives. Yet I felt nothing. No joy, no regret.

‘You are a vampire, to kill is in your nature, taking a life would mean nothing to you. You fighting skills also show promise, you have the potential to be very powerful one day. I am glad I did not make the wrong choice choosing you.’

Is this what being a vampire meant? Being nothing more than a killer. Is this the life I will have to life for all eternity? No, I refuse to become some killing machine, I need to maintain my humanity for my sake.

I lost some blood to heal while I was fighting. I’ll just feed off whatever’s left of that elemental.

I was done feeding and was about to leave to go back home, and then I was struck on the face and sent flying into the wall. The figure that hit me was wearing a mask and wielding a hammer. It was safe to say… he was much stronger than the people I just killed. And it seems he wants me dead too.