DC: Vampire

In the end, I figured that I'd just have to avoid her if she did indeed see my face because there wasn't much I could do about it at this point. If anything, I could probably blackmail her into keeping quiet as long as I can find out her real name because I doubt it's still Wally.

I could maybe even explain to her what's happening to me. She's a hero so she should be understanding, right? Though I'd like to avoid doing so, it would give me the facilities to test myself fully as well. Though I doubt she'd believe me straight away. Her probably not believing in the supernatural and all that. Though I doubt she could deny it if I gave her enough proof.

But I don't exactly want to give myself up to the League, especially if they choose to brand me as a villain purely because of what I am. There aren't many Vampire heroes, after all, and I guess it's easy to keep a bias when Vampires are usually such d.i.c.kheads...

Regardless of what I do, all I can do now is wait for a little bit longer...

. . .

I ended up waiting for another hour in the blood bank storage, just so I didn't run the chance of meeting Kid Flash again. I kept myself busy by drinking a few more bags and to see if it staved off my hunger for a few more days; I didn't want to visit back here too much because if I did, they'd realize someone was stealing a massive amount of blood.

I'd already broken the door to get in here so they'd know I was here, and like all respectable hospitals, they more than likely kept stock of how much blood they had, so they'd know I stole a few bags of AB positive. The end game for me is to probably find a way outside of a hospital to get my blood. Or at the very least find a way to get into this room without having to break the door every time.

Biting and feeding on people is out of the question for now as I don't know what it would do to them. Would they die from my bite? Would they get turned into a Vampire? Or maybe even a Ghoul as shown in some series or movies?

The point is that I don't know what would happen if I just start biting people left, right, and center. I don't even know if I could control myself to not drink them dry as well.

Haah~ Being a Vampire is hard, huh?

Right now I was jogging back to my dorm room and I had to say; Superspeed is fun. Everything around me was moving in slow motion and the people didn't even look like they were moving at all. I felt powerful. It was an odd sensation as well; the ability to sense blood, I mean.

I found that if I concentrate on my eyes hard enough, my vision switches to a sort of...I don't know, Cardiovascular Vision? Anyway, shit names aside, it allowed me to see the blood vessels and the blood flowing through it and into the muscles. It was like a blood-related X-Ray vision. I don't know how useful this could be just yet, but I'm sure it'll come in handy at some point.

When I was in the process of discovering my new vision, I felt something else inside of me as well, and I resolved myself to check it out when I got back to my dorm room. I had other tests to run as well when I got there.

I didn't just run through the streets; I might have been quick, but there's no doubt someone would see me blurring through the streets. No, I instead ran on the rooftops of the buildings. It took some time to get used to the height and all that, and even more time to get used to jumping from building to building but...well, I've gotta say, my new physique is outright insane. So insane that I had yet to find its limits.

Before I knew it I was back in front of my dorm, or at least where I landed when I first jumped out of my window. Smiling, I walked up the wall and into my window, marveling at the feeling of having no restrictions on my movement. It was kind of like gravity didn't affect me anymore.

Getting into my room, I sat down on my still broken bed and got to test some things.

First, I opened up my drawer and saw the cross necklace my mother gave me before I came off to college. Just seeing it, I already proved one of my tests; religious symbols did affect Vampires. Just looking at the thing annoyed me.

Reaching into the drawer with some reluctance, I picked up the cross and felt it slightly burn my hand. It wasn't unbearable; it was more annoying than anything else, honestly. But I'd like to stay away from religious stuff from now on. I don't know the variables to how effective it is to me. For example, could the fact it doesn't affect me much be purely because of its size? It was only a little cross, and a bigger cross could be more effective.

Secondly, could the material it's made out of affect how much it affects me? Maybe a silver cross effects me more than this normal metal one? Which brings me onto my next test.

Searching through my drawer, I finally found the item I was looking for: A silver ring my grandfather gave to me when I was younger, it had "Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat" engraved on the inside which pretty much means "Fortune Favors the Bold". He was in the Marines before he met my Grandmother, and that line was something his battalion used as a motto. I loved my grandpa, he used to take me hiking and fishing along with my dad. We used to have so much fun, those memories will be ingrained into my head for as long as I live...which seems like it's gonna be forever if I don't get killed.

Shaking my head to rid myself of any negative thoughts rising to the surface, I tried to pick up the silver ring. Emphasis on 'tried'.

*Szzzz*

"Ow, f.u.c.k!" I quickly jerked my hand away as the silver burnt the fingers trying to pick it up. I quickly looked at my hand only to see the fingertips blistered and red raw. I was thankful when I saw the blisters and redness quickly disappear as my healing factor kicked in.

Well, shit. Guess silver is off my list of things I can touch.

Sighing with regret I closed the drawer, not wanting to think about how I could never touch the ring my grandfather had given me, ever again.

Standing up, I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing, listening in on the kitchen down the hall for any noise or any heartbeats. I didn't hear anything but looking at the time, 1:17 AM, I wasn't that surprised. Opening the door, I silently walked to the shared kitchen the others and I on my floor had.

There were around 6 people to each floor, so the kitchen got pretty messy after a day of being used for all our meals but luckily for us D.i.c.k and a few of the girls on the floor kept the place tidy or forced us to clean up after ourselves if they saw us making a mess. It was a decent system.

Not that I needed to use the kitchen ever again, seeing as I don't eat anymore. Though I guess I'll have to keep up appearances and eat something every now and then, otherwise they'll get worried.

Anyway, I got to the kitchen and walked over to the stove and turned on one of the hobs, bringing a blue flame to life. I let out a sigh feeling this was a stupid idea, but nonetheless closed my fist and pointed one of my fingers out and held it above the fire, letting the heat hit my finger. Resolving myself to find out my weaknesses, I closed my eyes and slowly lowered my hand, waiting for the first onset of pain so I could quickly pull my finger away.

...But that pain never came. In fact, without even opening my eyes, I felt my finger touch the metal part of the stove under the fire.

Opening my eyes and looking down in confusion, I surprised to see that my finger was currently getting assaulted by the fire, but I didn't feel anything. Nor was there any damage to my finger or skin.

"What the...?" I uttered as I looked at the odd sight in front of me.

Aren't Vampires weak to fire...?

I guess I must be...immune? I guess that would explain my immunity to the sun, or maybe my immunity to the sun explains my apparent immunity to fire? Goddammit, this is confusing...

Suddenly I felt that same feeling I felt when I was trying to activate my blood vision earlier. That tugging inside of me that told me there were more powers inside of me than just the new vision.

Tugging back on that mysterious feeling, I felt like the fire hitting my finger was now...under my control?

To test out if what I felt was right, I slowly pulled my finger away from the flame and to my utter shock, the flame followed my finger like a little snake. Though the flame did slowly change color to a blood-red, opposed to its original blue color.

Looking at my hand the flame that was slowly wrapping around it, I brought my other hand up and felt that I wasn't doing it exactly right. I closed my eyes and focused on my non-flame hand. I willed it to not just control flames but to generate them as well. I felt my hand buzz and opened my eyes and saw that my hand was covered in a thick blaze of red flames, like a mini-fire storm surrounding my hand.

Quickly I willed it to disappear before dropping my control over the stove flames and turning off the hob off.

Looking down at my hands I had to wonder...What kind of Vampire am I?

With this question, I went back to my room and decided to get some sleep as I felt a little tired after all I'd found out today.

. . .

It turns out I don't need as much sleep as before because exactly an hour after I closed my eyes, I woke up, fully refreshed, which left me with around 6 hours before my classes started for the day.

So, to burn some time, I got to see how far my Pyrokinesis could go and how powerful it was. Ha, 'burn some time'? Get it? Because I'm practicing my Pyrokinesis to pass the time? No? Ah, oh well, it's funny in my books.

Anyway, I didn't do this in my room - I'd have set the entire dorm on fire - no, I crawled on top of the dorm building and did some basic tests.

How much I could control at a time, how much I could generate, how much control I had over its shape and its properties, how hot I could make it, etc, etc. Honestly, it was pretty fun. I also discovered that it wasn't just control over fire but also over heat itself. I found out that I could raise the heat of my surroundings or the heat of an object I was holding, without having to summon flames to do so.

Anyway, I figured out a system to see how much I could control at the same time. I'd make a beach ball-sized fireball and then see how many of those I could make before they started to either dissipate or explode. I got up to around 4 balls before I found it too hard to control, so I stopped at that point as I didn't want to set the roof on fire. I also don't think there's a limit on how much I can generate, just on how much I can control.

I also found out that I have an uncanny amount of control over the shape of my flames and even whether the flames themselves are solid or not. I could easily convert a fireball into a solid knife, or a mini-spear; it was almost instinctive to me to do so.

And how hot could I make it? Well, I could make it so hot it melted any metal I held over it. I also found I could melt metal by simply controlling its heat, but only if I was in direct contact with it and it takes a few seconds to get to the necessary heat for it to start melting.

Even after all these tests I still felt like there was another thing I wasn't fully using, like another Manipulation ability, but I couldn't feel it out like I did with my Pyrokinesis, so I put it to the back of my mind and decided to test for what it could be later after class. Why after? Because right now I had to get ready for class.

Getting back into my room, I closed the window and left, heading toward one of the three showers we had on the floor.

Entering I finally took in my appearance.

6'3", around 207lbs, and incredibly ripped. Though that last part was only made so because of my transition into a Vampire. Though I was originally pretty athletic, so it wasn't that hard to explain to people.

I had vermilion red hair paired with royal blue eyes but with a single thought, they changed to a blood-red color matching my hair, my pupils becoming slits like a cat's. This change came along with my fangs and claws, which were now under my control unlike how they were earlier. Letting my appearance go back to normal, I brought a hand up to feel my face, noticing that it was much more handsome than I was in my old life but I chalked that up to me being a Vampire and from a Comic book world. Though I wish I could do something about how deathly pale my skin is.

Stopping myself from being anymore vain, I got undressed, locked the bathroom door, and got into the shower.

I had Medical Classes to get to...Oh yeah, I never did mention what I wanted to be.

Well, I want to be a doctor. But I guess I'm gonna have to settle with being a Vampiric Doctor, huh?