vampire king: izuku

Chapter 3

The night was long the vampire, his body running high due to the finally receiving a fresh dose of blood.

How long had it been since Izuku had tasted fresh blood? Years for sure. Such abstinence was more than commendable, it was downright impossible. Yet none of that mattered now, considering that Izuku had possibly discovered a new aspect of his [Quirk].

The National Quirk Registry has yet to properly name his quirk, given its rather unique set of abilities. As such, his quirk had been put under the generic brands of a dual Vampiric/Hemomancer quirk, akin to the likes of Vlad King.

Izuku could feel the new blood awakening something primal, something that was new, yet was supposed to have always been with him. The teen could feel in his mind ever so faint traces of the other guy's memories; annoyance, fear, hope. Many emotions that made his head spin and his instincts to flare, so similar they were to his own.

Running with such a high could lead to a dangerous situation, hence the reason why Izuku had locked himself in his rented room.

He sat on the cheap mattress, trying out all his breathing exercises. All the techniques that had helped him deal with the thirst for years now failed him miserably.

Izuku never felt his body leaving the mattress and standing up. Dressing his shoes and jacket. Hell, he only came to full consciousness when he was already out of the room and running at full speed atop the many rooftops of the district.

His form was all but a blur for the average eye, flash-step aiding in his vicious search for any trace of fighting. The sky was already dark outside, which meant he had lost the count of time when he entered his room and when he left again.

One thing was certain; Izuku would find the target of his hunt.

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It took him the better part of two hours before Izuku found occurring conflict.

As always, it happened in an dark alley. A man dressed in a leather, black colored combat suit and motorbike helmet was exiting the place, going for the empty backstreet. He was armed with a worrisome number of blades and if Izuku's nose was right, such blades had recently cut into flesh and drawn blood.

Izuku stalked the man for a while, following him as he quickly made his way through countless alleys and shady streets. The man entered a rather cheap looking building, Izuku opting to take a scenic approach and climbing the sidewalks with windows, his nails sinking into the concrete to allow him access to perches when none were available.

The smell of blood was an easy trail for the vampire to follow, his already excited senses going into overdrive as the smell increased, this time with a subtle difference.

Izuku could almost taste blood in the air, and he could not climb fast enough to reach his target. When he finally reached the window of the fifth floor, Izuku found himself staring at a common bathroom.

The room was bare, only filled with the essentials such as soap and shampoo, but the teen could also spot a bottle of bleach, likely an effort in trying to erase the traces of life liquid from whatever tools this person had been working on.

Another glance and the Hemomancer found the sink, the sight of it making his nose flare and pupils sharpen until Izuku gained a frightening look.

Blood.

A knife.

A nose.

The sight captured his attention long enough for a hand to suddenly appear into vision. The gloves hand broke the window glass pane much too fast, striking and grabbing at his collar like a vice. The vampire found himself choking as he was brutally pulled inside the bathroom and then tossed into the closest wall like a rag doll.