"Hisss!! Just fucking DIE!!"
SWISH! CUT!
"Haah... Haah..." I take heavy breaths as I decapitate yet another vampire with my Silver Katana.
[Vampires: 200 | Humans: 42]
It has been nearly twenty minutes, and the ground around me is littered with the charred remains of vampires. I have stopped using my Holy Fire Magic, as it's draining my stamina far too quickly. Especially considering how I had to keep Radiant shield, Electric Aura, Clairvoyance and the Forcefield barrier active all the time.
BANG! BAM!
"Ha ha! This feels therapeutic! There's nothing better than crushing some vampire skulls!" Elsa exclaims, smirking as she blasts one vampire's head with her rifle before smashing another's skull in with the butt of her weapon.
Despite the intensity of the fight, she still seems full of energy. However, my keen eye catches the red gem on her choker shining brightly, and how her attacks are becoming increasingly reckless. Thankfully, my Forcefield bracelet appears to be holding up, protecting her from any serious injuries so far.
I am positioned on the left side of the entrance, and Elsa is on the right, while a massive crowd of vampires is gathered nearby. Behind me, the rescued humans are huddled in the seating area, some in a daze, others watching in shock and fear. A few had attempted to escape towards the entrance, but their fates were grim.
CUT! SWISH!
On the other side, Blade is halfway up the stairs. His silver bullets seem to have run out, forcing him to rely on his silver sword. By taking the stairs, he has managed to limit the number of vampires he faces at once.
When a large group of them attempts to swarm me, I unleash the white Holy flames, making them retreat in fear. But I know I need to act quickly to eliminate them all; the longer this drags on, the more unpredictable the situation becomes.
Now that only vampires remain in the crowd, I can unleash a large-scale attack without hesitation. Stepping back from the horde, I hurl a wave of white holy flames onto the bloody ground, creating a small firewall that sends them retreating in fear.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrate, letting my Clairvoyance expand to encompass the entire room. I can 'see' each vampire as if they were right in front of me, I can even feel the floor beneath my shoes—beneath the blood and water, the tiles, the concrete; I can 'see' it all.
With unwavering focus, I activate my power, Data Warping. Starting with the tiles beneath me, they begin to shimmer with a silvery hue—I have transformed the tile into silver.
But this is just the beginning. The adjacent tiles follow suit, and then the next, as I keep pushing my powers to their limits. Yet, despite using Chi Manipulation to recover, such extensive transformation isn't easy, especially given my fatigue.
Closing my eyes, I dig deep and tap into a newfound power. Golden arcs of lightning erupt from my body, flooding me with an overwhelming surge of energy. All traces of exhaustion vanish as I open my eyes, as Golden Lightning seems to dance in them.
I raise my hands and instantly the entire floor turns to silver. In this moment, gazing at the blood-soaked vampires before me, I recall how every superhero in the comics has their named attacks.
"Get back, El!" I shout, invoking another power: Metal Manipulation.
"Impaling Spikes of Doom!" I declare, drawing forth more of the golden lightning within me as it swirls behind my back, gathering into illusory wings.
SWOOSH! SWOOOSH! SWOOOSH!
Under my control of Metal Manipulation, large spikes of silver erupt from the ground, transforming the entire floor into a deadly trap. The spikes impale each vampire, piercing through their feet and driving straight to their heads, not missing a single target as my attack decimates the crowd of Vampires.
[Vampires: 30 | Humans: 42]
"AAAAAAGHHHHH!!" Some vampires are fortunate enough to escape with only their hands or legs caught in the spikes, while the remaining ones on the stairs still cling to life.
The room falls eerily silent, save for the anguished screams of the impaled vampires, echoing throughout, as the bloodied floor turns into a graveyard of silver thorns. The vampires fighting Blade pause, their expressions shifting to fear as they look towards me.
"Wow, bloody hell mate! This is like a Vampire Sheesh Kabab!" Elsa exclaims, running her hand along the shimmering spikes before her.
BANG! BANG!
Suddenly, Blade pulls out his guns again, targeting the vampires frozen in shock. I realize he still must have some bullets left.
As I maintain the energy from the Lightning Wings power and Metal Manipulation, I begin to feel a strain on my mind.
I retract the spikes back into the ground and use Data Warping to revert the floor to its original state, which surprisingly feels much easier to do than expected. Taking a deep breath, I let go of the golden lightning and nearly stumble to my knees as a wave of dizziness washes over me.
"Take a breather, mate. I will finish off the stragglers," Elsa grins, beginning to stomp on the heads of the few remaining vampires.
"Haa … thanks" I reply, sitting on the blood-soaked floor as I focus on regulating my breathing. I activate Chi Manipulation, circulating chi throughout my body to recover my lost stamina.
In just a few minutes, both Elsa and Blade have eliminated all the vampires. After regaining my breath, I stand up and approach the 'Daywalker', who is still wearing his sunglasses and checking the necks of the frightened survivors.
"I am Apex. Thanks for your help with this vampire problem earlier," I say as I near him. The name "Apex" had come to me just moments ago, and it fits this anti-hero persona I have embraced.
"I'm Blade," he replies in a gruff voice, glancing at me.
"Are you checking for vampire bites?" I ask curiously.
"They have all been bitten, and many won't survive the night. I need to handle the ones on the brink of death; otherwise, they will turn into monsters," Blade states seriously as he draws his silver sword, focusing on a man lying unconscious on the floor.
"N-no! Please spare us!" a voice trembles from the crowd, and many back away in fear.
"Wait! I have some healing supplies. I might be able to save them," I say hurriedly, retrieving my small First Aid kit from my Utility Belt. I examine the man's condition and realize he is suffering from severe blood loss. In fact, most of the crowd seems to share similar afflictions, with only some individuals missing arms or suffering grave injuries.
As I work, I notice the survivors whispering among themselves, their fear palpable. None of them have cell phones; I suspect the vampires ensured that they were stripped of any means to discover the abnormality of this club.
Using a combination of Phoenix Magic, Chi Healing, and my supplies, I begin to heal them, hoping to bring some measure of relief to their dire situation.
Blade, observing my skillful handling of the survivors' wounds, keeps a watchful eye on the crowd to ensure no one causes trouble. Just then, Elsa approaches, carrying her guitar case, likely having stowed her guns inside.
"Let me introduce you; she is El—" I begin, but are interrupted.
"I know. She's a Bloodstone," Blade replies, his voice low and guarded as he narrows his eyes at Elsa, tensing as if bracing for a fight.
"See? I told you I'm famous around here," Elsa says with a grin. Her nonchalant demeanour seems to ease Blade's tension a little, though he still keeps his hand near his weapons.
"Infamous, more like," I chuckle.
"It is all the same. By the way, I know that vampires are like weeds—if you take your eyes off them for even a second, they will multiply in mass. But I have never seen so many gathered in one place before. Don't you think so, 'Blade'?" Elsa asks, curiosity lighting her eyes.
"This is definitely not normal," Blade replies, furrowing his brow as he strides toward the entrance.
"Maybe we should work together to figure out wh—" I start, but he cuts me off.
"I work alone," Blade says, stopping at the entrance. "Don't worry; even if there are thousands more, I'll pull out every single one of these weeds." He turns to me, flashing a wide smile, showing off his white teeth.
"Take care of yourself, 'Apex!'" he says, waving as he heads out.
"Don't take him too seriously; he's just a vampire-hunting fanatic," Elsa remarks with a wry smile.
"Yeah, I figured that out," I reply, returning to treat the injured while opening a compartment in my Utility Belt to release a Bio-probe.
Under my guidance, Elsa begins stacking piles of vampire bodies. Once I finish healing the survivors, I allow them to leave. Despite being covered in blood from the earlier bloodbath, they hurriedly escape, carrying those who can't move.
I feel a twinge of uncertainty about letting them go in such a state, but Elsa reassures me that they will be fine. Then, using my Holy Fire Magic, I incinerate the vampire corpses. While I had considered taking a couple of the bodies for research, I decide that taking back a functioning one would be a better choice.
Even a small flame proves sufficient to consume the piles of vampire remains. The Holy Fire burns brighter and more fiercely, leaping from one corpse to the next.
As Elsa watches the spectacle with fascination, I head towards the restroom. Opening the door, I am surprised to find it empty!
Racquel is nowhere in sight, and even her fitted black dress lies discarded on the floor. Besides this door, the only other exit is a small ventilator shaft on the ceiling.
I begin to piece together how she might have escaped and I return to Elsa, feeling a bit disappointed at having lost the chance to 'interrogate' her further.
As the last of the vampire corpses turns to ash, Elsa and I head upstairs into the club, which is eerily abandoned—no one remains in sight. Either Blade scared everyone away, or they fled in response to the chaos.
I retrieve my sports car from the garage, and as we pull away from the club, the sharp wail of police sirens suddenly pierces the air, echoing from the very place we had just left.
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Standing on the balcony of the hotel room, I gaze out at the slumbering city of Belgrade, a swirl of emotions washing over me. Tonight has once again revealed that even the most tranquil cities conceal untold mysteries and shadows lurking just beneath the surface.
"At least this is Marvel and not the DC world," I chuckle dryly, shaking off the weight of my thoughts.
Before I can dwell on it further, a faint buzzing draws my attention. My small Bio-probe has returned. "D.A.I.S.Y., can you show me what it recorded?" I ask aloud.
"Sure, Luke," D.A.I.S.Y. responds, her voice coming from the Focus magnetically attached to my ear. In front of my eyes, a footage from the Red Night Club parking lot is played out. The image zooms in on a sleek black 1968 Dodge Charger.
I watch as the car door swings open on its own, and within moments, the vehicle roars to life and speeds out of the lot.
I don't find this strange as I know that Blade is behind the wheel. Sending the Bio-probe to the parking lot was a gamble, but it paid off. While Blade himself can't be detected by any technological means, his vehicle could certainly be tracked.
The Bio-probe, controlled by D.A.I.S.Y., follows the car as it races through the empty streets, the footage is fast-forwarded until the car enters a large, rundown factory building.
"This building is an abandoned factory on the northern outskirts of the city," D.A.I.S.Y. informs you.
"Good work," I reply, a small smile spreading across my face. I am pleased to have pinpointed his base of operations. Although Blade had mentioned his preference for working alone, hearing the name Deacon from Racquel's lips has led me to theorize that whatever is unfolding here might be connected to Blade.
Speaking of Racquel, I am reminded of the new power I have just acquired. "D.A.I.S.Y., from here on, record every detail of my body; I am about to use an untested power," I say, with a hint of apprehension in my voice.
"Understood," D.A.I.S.Y. replies. The Bio-probe shifts to face me, and the Focus on my ear glows blue, scanning my body.
I close my eyes and retreat to an empty mental space. In this vast expanse, I observe numerous gaseous clusters, each a different colour and size.
Ignoring the larger ones, I focus on a newer red cloud. I reach out with my mind and activate it willingly.
Suddenly, I open my eyes, and the dark night transforms before me. The world is no longer shrouded in shadows; it shines as brightly as day.
I quickly realize that this must be the 'Night Vision' power—an ability I have already experienced when I am in my Black Cat form.
"Lucas?! Are you still here?" D.A.I.S.Y. asks, a note of alarm in her voice.
"Yeah, can you pull up the feed from the Bio-probe?" I ask curiously.
The Focus device projects the scene of the hotel balcony into my eyes, but there is no one there, the balcony where I am standing is completely empty. "Lucas, you are not showing on the thermal scans, and even the Focus device's scan which should be still on your body can't detect you … This invisibility is very different from Miss Storm's light-ray bending. If I had to compare, it's more akin to the case of the 'vampires' from earlier," D.A.I.S.Y. explains, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice.
I wave my arms around, but the screen shows that the balcony is still completely empty. "Fascinating," I say, narrowing my eyes. "Not only my body, but anything I am wearing is being ignored by the scans." I pull out my phone from my pocket and casually toss it in the air.
The moment it leaves my hand, the phone appears on the Bio-probe's scan. But as soon as I catch it again, it vanishes. I rest my hand on the railing—yet the railing stays visible on the camera feed, while my hand and body remain invisible. "Interesting. Physical contact alone isn't what triggers it."
With a thoughtful frown, I say, "This is a blind spot in our surveillance system. We need a countermeasure for it. Log this under the Magic folder, Vampire subfolder, as 'Supernatural Invisibility.'" I take a deep breath. At least a vampire's voice isn't hidden from technology.
Yes, this strange new power I possess is Vampire Physiology, something I recently gained after the intimate encounter at the nightclub. The power coursing through my veins feels... alien. Something feels off.
I suddenly realise that my chest is still. There is no rise and fall, no heartbeat. I attempt to take a deep breath, but the air halts at my lips, never reaching my lungs. Strangely, I feel no discomfort, no urge to breathe.
With growing curiosity, I place a hand over my chest. Nothing. No pulse. No sound. A strange detachment washes over me. "Am I… dead?"
The thought doesn't frighten me. It intrigues me. "I need to find a live vampire to dissect," I murmur. "This physiology requires further study. And knowing the scientists I have at my disposal, one subject won't be enough."
I test my body further, moving with quick, sharp motions—punching and kicking the air. "Strength and agility seem unaffected," I observe, although I still will need a more comprehensive assessment when I return to Watson Tower.
My fingers traces along my sharp, elongated canines, and memories of Racquel's bite resurface. Along with that, a burning sensation ignites in my throat—a new kind of hunger. A thirst.
Suddenly, I can feel it—blood. It is as if I can smell it, see it, taste it in the air. Like a homing signal, I sense a person nearby, just a room away. Their blood pulses, calling to me like a beacon. I almost need to feed.
But with sheer force of will, I suppress the primal urge. "So this is the infamous vampire thirst," I mutter with a smirk. Despite the pull, I remain in control—for now.
Just as I am about to test my final new power, the sound of footsteps pulls my attention away. Quickly, I deactivate the ability, and the world around me plunges back into darkness.
"Luke? You alright, mate? I just sensed some kind of monster's presence over here!"
I turn to see Elsa, fresh from the shower, her damp hair clinging to her head as droplets of water glide down her skin.
"It's nothing, El," I say with an apologetic smile, feeling surprised that she could sense my vampire form from her room. "I was just testing out a power of mine. Didn't mean to alarm you."
"Oh?" Elsa raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "How many more of these 'powers' have you got tucked away, then?"
"Take a guess," I reply, smirking.
"Alright, keep your secrets," she says, shaking her head playfully before coming to stand beside me. She gazes out at the city and, after a moment, her expression softens. "You sure you are alright?" There's a hint of concern in her voice.
"Are you asking if I am okay after killing hundreds of vampires?" I say, the smile fading slightly.
"Vamps are already dead, mate. Technically, you are not killing them—just putting them out of their misery," she corrects with a mildly amused look.
"They didn't seem all that different from humans, though," I admit, exhaling deeply as the weight of it hits me.
"On my first vampire hunt, my father told me that monsters often take on the form of their prey to blend in, hunt, and hide better." She takes a deep breath, her eyes hardening. "So, I should just blow their heads off and don't think too much about the face it's attached to."
"And you were only nine then?" I look at her in disbelief.
"Yeah, but I was a nine-year-old Bloodstone, mate," she replies proudly, flashing me a grin. "Don't dwell on it too much, alright? Focus on the next hunt." She deepens her voice, imitating her father's tone.
"But how can you distinguish between monsters and humans if you don't focus on their appearance?" I ask, still grappling with the haunting images of the vampires' anguished faces as they burned. I can practically feel the NZT's effects fading, the adrenaline from the fight subsiding, leaving me with a cloud of lingering doubts.
Elsa's fingers brush the red gem on her choker, but she quickly pulls them away. "You have got to trust your instincts, Luke. Sometimes that is all we have got." She punches my shoulder lightly with a smirk. Her eyes land on the Bio-probe hovering nearby. "Oh, isn't that the little flying robot you sent out into the club?"
I notice she is trying to shift the conversation, and I decide to let it go—for now. Instead, I pull up the recorded footage from the Bio-probe and display it for her.
"So, you are planning to meet Blade, then? From what I have heard, he is not exactly keen on working with others," she says, sounding doubtful.
"Funny, coming from someone who said the same thing about herself yesterday," I say, raising an eyebrow. "Yet, here we are. You and I teamed up pretty well tonight, didn't we? Blade might say no at first, but I think he will come around. Besides, it doesn't hurt to try."
Elsa chuckles. "I don't team up because most people can't keep up with me. But I will admit, you are a bit different from the rest, Luke." She gives me a small smile, patting my shoulder. "Let's go inside—I have got some things to go over with you." She turns and heads back toward the apartment.
My eyes trail after her, and I can't help but admire how those tight jean shorts cling to her sexy ass in all the right places. I resist the urge to activate the X-ray mode on my Focus—barely.
Following her inside, I can't help but mentally curse my genius, albeit lustful, mind for designing the X-ray function in the first place. It is going to test my willpower constantly in the future, especially when I am always surrounded by such hot babes!
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