Prologue:

“Take care Eric! I’ll see you after school honey!” My mother tells me, as I watch her leave in her blue car. I still have some tears rolling down my cheeks. I wish I could stay with Mom, but like she said I must be strong and face my first day of school with a smile! I grab tightly the hand of teacher; looking at her she gives me a big smile before pulling me towards school. I just moved to the big city; I left most of my friends behind but Daddy got a new job and we have to go with him.

I look around the hallway; pretty colors and cool pictures greet my eyes. I also spot a lot of kids, most of them as young as me, others older, taller and cooler. I grab my superhero bag tightly as a group of teenagers walk next to me, laughing loudly. Nevertheless, I enter a nice blue classroom, and inside are a bunch of kids my age. I stand in front of the classroom, my heart beating loudly as the teacher says I’m the new kid in town. When it is my turn to introduce myself, I take a deep breath and push my chest upwards. “Hi! My name is Eric Van-Helsing and I hope we have a great year together!”

Chapter 1:

The sound of my alarm clock wakes me up in the morning. I groan as I extend my hand trying to shut the damn thing up. After a couple of tries I manage to slam the thing down, allowing me to fall asleep once more. However, my second alarm clock that is located at the top of my shelf makes me groan even more and almost pull out my hair. Having to stand up to make the room quiet once more, makes me get out of bed and finally wake up. I hunch my head, and before I drag myself back to my bed the third alarm clock makes me yell in agony.

“I hate mornings…” I say to myself as I enter the shower. It’s warm enough for me to withstand it, but cold enough to get my nerves going and finally wake me up. “Ugh… First day of school…” I mutter groaning, resting my head on the glass door as the water hits my back. After an average Monday shower, I drag myself towards the sink and cover the front side of my toothbrush with the disgusting blue paste. I do the proper brush movements as I stare back at my face. Short messy hair, lean small black eyes, with a bit of shadowing from playing video games so late at night. No need to comb my hair, as I spit out the foam forming inside my mouth and clean it with a glass of water.

“Eric! Are you up, honey!?” my mother yells at me, knocking on my door. I emit a loud groan as I walk out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. “Great, honey! Breakfast is already served, so don’t take long because it’ll get cold.” I groan once more, making her walk out towards the kitchen. I put on the average school uniform, the black jacket, white shirt, and black pants. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I see a tall thin teenager, nothing really outstanding. I should join a club or something, get my body more in shape and…

You? Joining the football team? We don’t accept people like you here… So you better leave and find another club weirdo…

Oh yeah… I forgot… I most likely won’t get accepted into anything. I put on my shoes and walk outside my room. The blinding light makes me cover my face as I get used to it. My place isn’t the big thing either, but the white walls and the light brown wooden floor always burn my eyes early in the morning. I drag myself towards the kitchen, hearing my parents laughing over in the corner. “Morning…” I say, falling down in the chair and resting my head on the table. The sudden plate appearing next to my head makes me sit up straight, and look directly at my father drinking his coffee.

“Good morning, son! Ready for your first day of high school?” George Van-Helsing, leader of the accounting department of the big soda firm. He’s surprisingly strong, as he was the quarterback of his college football team. With short brown hair, sideburns, and a small beard, his career as a professional football player ended after a shattered femur. I produce a small smile, making him chuckle at my response. “I thought so… But hey, keep your head up! That last name didn’t stop me from getting girls at that age.”

My mother hits him in the back of his head, making both of them laugh at the same time. “George, don’t talk to him like that!” Ms. Sandra Van-Helsing, veterinarian and the best student at the college she attended. Now the leader of a veterinarian practise and research scientist for animal medicine. “He has my brain, and your looks, I bet he’ll be alright.” I’m not sure what my mom is saying, she’s beautiful as well. Long black hair that reaches past her waist, a nice figure of someone her age, and even if she is in her fifties, she looks as if she were in her twenties. “Now that I think of it… He has my looks and my brain… So he’ll be more than alright.”

“Hey!” My father said standing up, making my mom laugh and cover her mouth with her hand. They both laugh, as I slowly eat the small sandwich my mother made me for breakfast. I watch them kiss and laugh with each other, making me look away from their love showing. After their affection session, my father looks back at me, holding my mother’s shoulder underneath his arm. “Well, son, just get your spirits up. I know that last name has given you some struggles in the past, but now it’s high school, and teens don’t care that your last name is Van-Helsing.”

You are so wrong, Father. “What is wrong with my last name!” my grandfather says, walking towards the kitchen with his cane and slow walk. Abraham Van-Helsing, tall, thin, and with a face that would scare young kids off of his lawn. With most of his hair gone by now, his white hair combed to his back, while his big scary blue eyes look around. “There is nothing wrong with that name! You should be proud! If it wasn’t for those damn laws we would still be hunting the damn things.” I’m not sure how he is even alive; he fought during World War Two, he’s a heavy smoker, and drinks a shit load of alcohol. Yet he is still kicking, and being aggressive with his old world perspective.

“Dad… Things have changed… Remember that.” my father tells him, making him grumble as he sits down for his coffee. The fucker might be almost a hundred years old, but he is still the leader of a paper company he owns. I stand up, finishing the sandwich and drinking down the glass of orange juice. Taking them to the sink, I hear my dad walking towards me, before patting me on the back. “I promise, things are going to be alright son, don’t let them get you down due to your last name.”

There he is! Come on! Let’s throw rocks at him!

I flinch, sending shivers down my spine. “Mm-Hmm…” I mutter and pick up my backpack and pull it over my shoulder. I hear him chuckle nervously, before returning to my mother. “Take care… See you later.” I tell them, walking outside the kitchen and heading towards the main door. I hear my mother walking towards me, and before I open the door to get out I feel her giving me a hug.

“Now, now, honey, that’s not a good way to stand up!” She pulls my back and pushes my shoulders forward forcing me to stand up straight. With her hands she combs my hair, making me move away awkwardly. “Now Eric… No girl likes a guy with a rooster hairdo.”

No one likes you! And no one will ever will!

“There we go! Much better!” I lift my eyebrow and give my mother a small smile. I start turning the nod around, before my mother hugs me one more time. “This is a new start Eric, try to not be let down by your last name, I promise things will get better.” My mother is slightly shorter than me. Thankfully I got my father’s height or else I would be easier to beat up. After my mother’s hug I smile at her and leave through the front door. Almost immediately the sun blinds me, making me cover my eyes for a little bit.

“Good morning Eric! First day of school I hear.” I rub my eyes and shake my head. After a couple of seconds I manage to get a clear view of my neighbour Monika. I turn towards her, smiling at her nice voice. “I hope you have a nice year, I heard you managed to get into a really nice high school.” I smile and nod, her blonde hair reaching her chest, her fair skin and nice upper body is the dream of the teens of the street. I wave at her, before walking towards the main road. “Wait Eric! I have something for you!” she yells at me, making me stop in the sidewalk while she heads towards me.

The sound of her hooves clicking against the ground makes me shiver a little. Monika might have the upper body of a female model, but below her waist... “We got some spare carrots of this year’s blossom, here! Mimi made this lunch box for you.” I walk towards her. She has the lower body of a horse. Large, four legs, covered with fur and a long tail which she uses to scare flies. She wears a long dress in order to look decent but overall she is a normal centaur, including the large mammary glands. I grab the warm box, and over the fence I spot her ten year old daughter peeking through the door.

Like her mother, her lower part of her body is that of a horse. She has big blue eyes and a set of small horse ears in the upper part of her head. Monika has them too, but much larger and hidden underneath her hair. I look at Mimi and smile, making her blush and enter back inside the house. “Thanks Monika.” I tell her before bowing, making her laugh. “I hope you have a nice day.” I tell her, before waving goodbye and heading towards my school.

In this world… there are different kinds of people. You got the normal humans, like me. Four limbs, twenty fingers, two hands, two feet, two eyes, one nose, you get the point. But there are also demi-humans, half-humans, or like the old people used to call them, monsters. In this place, centaurs, dragons, werewolves, vampires, so on and on, aren’t a thing of ancient tales, they are real. I gesture for the bus to stop, paying him the right amount as I take a sit between a large werebear and demon reading the paper.

After centuries of being hunted, not until half a century ago a proclamation of peace rose up between humans and monsters. Now they are seen as normal individuals, and there are even international societies to protect the rights and help out any monster individual into being a participant member of human society. From being hunted and killed, they are now treated as equals. Pop singers, scientists, political leaders, a monster, or a demi-human (the correct way to call them), are positive working members of society.

Stepping out of the bus and into the streets for the last stretch towards my school, I let the large scorpion man walk in front of me. Talking over his phone and wearing a fancy suit, he almost runs me over, making me sigh and continue my way. I have to climb the stairway towards the main entrance of my school. Not only it is one of the hardest places to enter, but it has coverage of all species and humans, making it one of the most diverse and desirable schools to be at. Carrying my bag over my back, I sigh taking the last steps and entering the school ground.

Immediately I see a mixture of humans and demis. It used to be humans one side, and demis the other, but god… how times have changed. I can see the cheerleaders, two humans, one kitsune, and one neko. The species are endless. Some have only certain animal traits, others are fully nonhuman. I walk past the jocks which combined a full on werewolf, half human half racoon, and three humans. I walk towards the classroom titles, which would tell me where my classroom will be this year.

I start looking for my name, hidden amongst dozens. Using my finger to spot my name, when I finally do so a sudden set of arms distracts me. “Sorry! I’m a bit clumsy with this new uniform…” I notice a male dullahan standing next to me, using both his hands to grab his head and look around the names. Where his body connects to his head is a blue flaming which is most likely his soul. “Name is Kristian and is my first year here! And you…” My finger was still pointing at my name. I saw his face change and his body getting stiff. “I see…” I hear him gulp before walking away slowly. “I have something to do…” he says before running off, his flame growing in size.

I slam my fist against the board. “Already a bad start,” I mutter to myself before walking towards my classroom. As there are monsters, there are monster hunters, or rather used to be monster hunters. Before the legal demihuman reforms it was a profitable career, and they were seen like heroes. But after several political changes, and realizing that monsters are like us but with horns and tails, monster hunters became obsolete and were even considered to be evil. And guess who has the last name of the most famous monster hunter on the planet!

I open the door slowly, everyone else ignoring me as I find a nice spot near the window. Knowing how monsters and humans react to my last name, rather than starting a normal conversation I rest my head on the table. Before I know it, a group of people surround my table, I realize this because of the sudden shadow blocking me from the sun. Looking up I see a group of demi-humans, a large buff werewolf, the hot kitsune I saw earlier, a guy with dragon wings and scales, and a pale dude who I assume is a vampire. I lift one of my eyebrows and make a fake smile. “Hi, name is Eric it’s a…” Expecting their answer, I close my mouth after my sarcastic comment.

“Look Eric Van-Helsing…” the dragon guy spoke up, slamming his fist on my table. “We don’t trust you, you get it? So if there is ever a problem, or if you ever talk to one of us… We will make you regret it, you got it?” he said, showing his claws before they move away.

I chuckle, making them turn slightly towards me. “But I wanted to show you my collection of crossbows…” I say sarcastically and before I know it, there is a fist punching my face, knocking me out.

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“Look Eric… I know how much you’ve suffered just because your last name is… you know what. But that doesn’t give you the permission to tell to a vampire, a werewolf, and a dragon how you would kill their asses,” my aunt says as she writes the prescription for the punch. Unlike my dad, my aunt went to a nice school and became a nurse. Sadly, she only managed to get a job here in the school. She’s ten years older than my dad, but looks just like my dad, but just female. Even the tall part. “Your father and I went through the same deal in our high school. But your dad was the football star and I was the prettiest cheerleader. So the kids ignored our last name and let us be.”

With a bag of ice in my eye, I look back at her mumbling random things. “I’m glad after marrying, I took my husband’s last name! I still can’t take him to dinner due to him being an Anubis and all…” Uncle is kind of cool. When he knew that we are indeed the great grandsons of the famous monster hunter he was somewhat skeptical. But he loved my aunt too much to let that affect him. An Anubis is sort of like a dog person, but it’s more of a wolf with only the ears, hands, and tail being animal. “And your cousins love that they don’t have that name.” I close my eyes and stare at her with hate.

How is that for the great monster hunter! Next time I won’t use stones with you!

“You should try to get to know some demis. I know most of them would give you the cold shoulder before they get to know you. So smile and let them see you’re friendly!” Rather than smiling at her my face changed into a dead serious look. She chuckled sarcastically, sipping from her tea. “How charming, Eric, I bet you get so many friends with that look.” I sigh heavily, not in the mood for her teases. I stand up and walk out of the room. “Remember Eric, times have changed, you should try to change as well!”

I close the door behind me, with my bag on my shoulder and a bag of ice in my left eye, I drag myself towards my classroom. “I hate them…” I mutter between my teeth. Clenching my fists, I hold back my tears as I continue my journey. I stop and look at the big gardens the school has. “I never did anything to them…”

Let’s break his legs! I’m a minotaur! I can do that!

“Never even talk to them…”

Come on Arachne, just leave him tied up until his head explodes.

“Why should I change… If the problem is them not me…”

You want to kill our kind? Here! I’ll ssssshow you we can sssslice as well…

Dropping my back I look down at the group of demis and humans all interacting together. I clench my fists, making the ice in my eye break slightly. Memories, all kind of memories flood my mind. Bullied, beaten, abused, just because my last name is from a famous hunter. Both demis and humans, shunned by both of them. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek, before I clean it up and pick up my bag from the ground. “I… hate them…” Punches, kicks, slices, even broken bones, they have done everything to me and I just want to…

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I hear a high pitch voice scream behind me. Turning back towards it, I notice a small girl, probably new in the school. She’s wearing the school uniform, short black hair with big red eyes that shine behind the hair covering her face. She looks normal, except when you see the shadows and black aura that forms below her knees. She has her hands covering her head, as if she has a headache. She notices me, but instead of walking away or doing something at me, she looks at me with worried eyes.

“Doppelganger, demi known to read the minds of its victims. After knowing their true secrets and desires they transform into what the prey wants, and truly desires, luring them before killing them and using their soul for reasons unknown.” That’s what the black mist is for. As a kid I thought the more I know about demis the higher the chance they would like me. It backfired as they thought I was using that information to kill them. She was about to say something, before I pick up my bag and walk away.

I’m not sure how much time I was away, but enough to arrive at the end of the second to last class. All the students looked at me, even the group at the corner of the classroom. I simply smiled at them and snickered, making them even more angry. The teacher was already gone and all of the students were standing up and heading towards gym class. I however, rather than spending a horrible time with these guys at the gym lockers, I changed my clothes while being with my aunt, knowing that I have gym class today. They are mostly around my size, perhaps a bit bigger and with muscles, and with a variety of special abilities, but they sure as hell don’t scare me.

I walk between my classmates, or rather, they leave a space for me to walk by myself. This is the life of perfect solitude. I smiled, as I find to trust someone, help each other and support each other. Most would say that's the right thing to do. But in reality, that is idealistic, there is always someone who thinks so. You do not mean to trust people, but ... you're doing it the wrong way. The best way is being alone, only you can trust yourself, and you’ll know your own limits and you’ll never be disappointed, hurt, or broken.

While everyone was changing clothes I sat down at the bleachers, trying to come up with some kind of excuse to skip this class. And as soon as I say so, the students arrive at the court, all of them wearing the uniforms. I immediately start picking apart the crowd. The popular ones, the common people come next, lastly the weirdos and the nerds. School is like a jungle, everyone is looking for survival and they are all obliged to commit to adaptation. They all look up at the popular one, as if the popular were the lions and they the zebras. And who would I be… the lone rhino? The dependent lone wolf? Or perhaps...

“Hey Eric! Pay attention!” A ball comes heading my way, hitting me in the face and making me fall down the bleachers. I hear them laugh at me while I try to recover. Definitely a rhino... While standing up my hand slices over a piece of metal that was broken from the metal pole. Leaving a somewhat large slice through my hand. Blood starts dripping down, covering the ground with a small puddle of my own blood.

“Shit!” I try blocking it out with my other hand, but the pain continued and more blood fell down. I had a large slice over my hand, and I was losing blood quickly. I heard a commotion around the hall, people shouting and yelling around. There was a loud wooden noise, and before I know it the pale vampire dude was standing next to me. His eyes shine red, as he licks his lips and stare down at me. White hair combed over in a weird way, and he looked as if he had just fought to get free from some restraints.

“You… Smell… delicious…” He said before jumping at me, burying his fangs in my neck and sucking my own blood.

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This is the second time I wake up after passing out, in the same fucking day. I have a black eye, and I was practically squished like a cardboard juice box but with my own fucking blood. I don’t know who it was but someone tackled the vampire asshole before he literally sucked the life out of me. I was thrown into the doctor’s office, I was given blood transplants, a shit load of medicines, and some weird serum that supposedly prevents any form of vampirism to happen. Sitting at the principal's office I was wearing one of those foam neck thingies, because my neck was dripping with blood. My hand got treated, and any form of blood spill would be negated.

The principal was away, walking our parents towards his office. And next to me, sitting on the chair besides me, is the vampire known as Vladimir. He was wearing the school uniform with a red tie. His white hair combed over his head, his eyes now completely white like his skin. He is taller than me, and must have studied in one of those fancy european schools. I tried to ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder as he looks at me with worry eyes. I could see his trembling hands, as he played with them sitting on his chair.

“This is bad, this is bad… I don’t know what came over me. I haven’t had this accident since I was little. I don’t know what came over me, something about your blood simply threw me over the edge.” He was rambling to himself, I simply stared at the ground as I felt horrible. My the two holes from his bite are still sore, while I used the bag filled with ice cubes to heal the punch. “I’m sorry… I really am… Something kicked inside of me… and…” He grabs his hair, his entire body practically trembling. “This was going to be a new start, I lost weight, my brackets got removed... “ I didn’t know vampires could be fat or wore brakets. “..and I even managed to get inside the popular circle!” And there is the selfish asshole.

If I could clench my fists, I would but I simply stared at the floor waiting for my parents and his to arrive. The sounds of steps approaching the room makes him jump in nervousness. The principal came first, a tall beautiful lady with proportions that you would only see in an anime character. That’s because she is a succubus. Tall, beautiful face, amazing body, and if you fuck her you die. Cause sex demon. “Over here please.” her gentle voice speaks up, letting my parents come inside the room. As she sat on the other side of the table my mother and father appear in front of me. I can tell they are so worried because my mother is still wearing her lab coat with fur all around it, and my dad has spilled coffee on his shirt.

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” My mother tells me, as she rubs my head. I blink rapidly as I nod. My throat too dry and sore to produce any form of sound. “I hope you’re alright hun…” I can feel my father’s warm hands above my shoulders. I instantly feel a warmth sensation coming from the two, making me slightly happier. I turn my head slightly around, and notice a beautiful woman, tall, big bust, wearing a business suit, with a set of large pointy ears that stuck out from her blonde hair. Likewise, the father had a this stern look on his face, a goatee and a formal suit with his hair combed over.

“Vlad… I thought you were capable of controlling yourself.” The woman said, rubbing her face with her hands. The father doesn’t even look at him, but rather looks at me somewhat discretely.

“I-I don’t know what came over me…” He muttered, practically in the verge of tears. “His blood simply, like… I-It was so strong that… I couldn’t control myself.” I could hear both of the parent sighing loudly, then staring back at me, then to their son, back at me, and finally towards the principal.

“We took a sample of Eric’s blood when he got treated… If you wish to smell it just to feel what your son is talking about.” The principal hands the father a vial, to which he opens up and give a quick smell.

“Holy shit!” His whole serious factor was gone, and even the mother and vlad flinched from his seat. The father closes the thing almost immediately, for a slight second I could see his blue eyes turning red. He tosses the thing through the window, sending the vial of blood far away. “I understand… Holy shit… I bet you smelled it too dear.” The woman nods, as her grip tightens on the nearby chair. “It’s the purest most fresh blood I’ve smelled in centuries. People that have never got in contact with a vampire, or killed enough amounts of vampires could gain a blood like that. And your last name… that explains everything.”

“Nevertheless, Eric had no knowledge and was the one that got assaulted by your son. By state laws the Van-Helsing family is free to press charges, that will lead to a permanent stamp on Vladimir’s record, a large quantity of money, and being expelled from this establishment. Even if I establish that it was an accident, your son almost killed and almost turned Eric into a vampire, which leads to even more lawsuits.” The principal said putting a bunch of papers in the desk.

“Yes… We understand, no matter the circumstance even if it was an accident it was an assault and spread of vampirism, which is highly forbidden…” The father said, regaining his composure. I saw Vladimir going into tears, to which I have no knowledge they could do that. Her mother rubbing his hair, trying to soothe him. He would be going to jail, and his parents would have to pay a fortune for what he did.

“It all rests on you Eric… are you going to press charges against Vladimir and his family?” The principal asks me, making the whole room look back at me. His parents, my parents, even him who had tears rolling down his neck by now. It was my moment, I could finally avenge what these monsters have done to me all this time. I clenched my fists and stare directly at Vladimir. Producing a small smile and a light chuckle, he nervously covers his face with more tears. It is my moment, I can finally do it. I-I-I...

“Won’t press charges…” I say with my last breath. My throat burning up making me cough several times. I can see Vladimir stop crying and looking back at me. He is still trembling but he has a calmer look on his face. We both had to step out of the room while our parents finished up the legal papers. I sat outside her office and Vladimir sat across the room in front of me.

“T-Thank you… I can’t say how much I appreciate this… I-If there is something I can do for you, please let me know.” I look up from the ground, my eyes, which I bet are red due to the amounts of medicines I swallowed look directly at him.

“Don’t. Talk to. Me”

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I sat down in front of my desk, booting up my gaming laptop I took a sip out of the cardboard tomato juice box. “I hate this…” I say crumbling the thing and tossing it to the garbage can below me. My hair covered part of my face, my body still ached and my neck was still sore and pulsating. I had to drink these stupid juices due to the stupid medicine I had to take. My hands trembled slightly, as I type in the pin in order to enter my computer. I had to be carried in a wheelchair, not only I lack any form of strength but my body was still hurting and aching all over.

I stare at the computer screen, opening up steam and a variety of applications before I decide what to play today. My sore body couldn’t do quick movements, so I had to lay down and play a simple relaxed game. I decided to play Stardew Valley, something really simple in which I can relax and just make my farm bigger. I pull my headphones and placed them over my head, opening up youtube I search for the channel I constantly listen when I’m trying to cool off. Sometimes it’s funny, but it’s practically an hour long podcast of people talking to each other about random topics.

I sigh, ignoring the world around me as I played this silly simple game. I’m not sure why I let him be. It was my moment of finally making some sort of revenge against those things. He did say it was an accident. And he looks like the guy who would rather do what the populars tell him to do, rather than making his own decisions and opinions. School life… Always trying to have what the crowd values with higher respects. A girlfriend? A nice body? Good grades? It is all a thing of the now, focusing on what the world has to offer the moment in which you live it. Fads come and go, each time giving a focus on a nonsensical thing that would most likely be forgotten o passed on by another trend.

But who am I to judge them? I’m just a common human that still plays that silly phone game that was in the spotlight for around a month. What do I do? I just do what I want and when I want it. I’m that point in the social ladder, so low that not matter what I do I can’t neither climb up or fall down. Point zero, point of no return. And I like it being here, I don’t have to worry what to wear, or what people think of me. I can practically wear what I want and no one would give half shits of what I do.

I was so distracted by my thoughts, the game, and the podcast, that I didn’t listen my mom entering my room. Until she closed my door is when I slightly jumped, hit pause, and remove my headphones. “Hi honey…” She said walking towards me with a bowl of soup that steamed due to how warm it is. I usually cook my dinners, since most of the people here arrive so late at night or they usually eat dinner with their coworkers. She puts the soup next to my computer, and she ruffles my hair around. “I’m proud of you Eric, knowing what you’ve been through I thought that you would send the poor kid to jail.” I made a small smile, feeling some warmth from my mother’s affection. “I’m glad for what you did, and seeing how the poor vampire was crying I bet he’ll be really thankful and he’ll try to make friends with you.”

I don’t answer her, I continue to stare blankly at the screen in front of me. I could hear her sigh, and knowing her, she would most likely had a sad look on her face. “I know… It’s hard to forget what happened. Just… Try to not push them away… Forgive them, but don’t forget.” She sighs once more as I continue to stare at the screen. “Take care honey… if you don’t feel good tomorrow there is no problem of you staying in here.” She starts walking away, opening the door and stepping out of my room.

“I’ll try…” I tell her with a hoarse voice as I couldn’t speak properly. “Just don’t… expect a lot…” I could feel her smile, letting out a calm breath as if I had removed weight from her shoulders. She steps out and closes the door afterwards. I return to my game, from time to time I take a small sip from the soup, and drink another whole tomato juice box. I didn’t want to think, I just wanted to relax.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. However, time after time I felt my body freezing, no longer feeling parts of my body. I was sweating a lot, and I even had to remove the neck thingy from the amount of sweat I was making. I continue to play, thinking that if I could distract my mind I would be able to feel better. I was sweating like crazy, feeling drowsy as my mouth and eyes felt dry. I felt my neck tightening, as some form of presence appears in my room. It wasn’t here, I just feel it here feel something here. Rather than my heart suddenly beating quickly, I can feel it slowly going to a halt. I feel a sudden rush of anxiety, my whole body was shaking and my muscles spasmed. Suddenly my heart stop, one of the worst feelings in my entire life. But I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t move or breath. I just felt the pain and then.

Darkness.

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I wake up, not sure if I had fallen asleep the night before, nor it mattered. I just wanted something, I was craving for something, I needed something. Thirst, I wanted water, I wanted something to clear my throat. I stand up from the chair, my body too wet and shaky to perceive anything about it. My whole body was shaking. I didn’t care about what was happening to my body. I simply wanted to quench this thirst. I drag myself towards the kitchen, hitting almost every wall on my way there. My legs shake, and my body aches. I could see better than usual, but I didn’t care I just wanted something. The house was empty, I couldn’t hear a thing, and I couldn’t feel anyone else around me.

My eyes only focused on a red trail, my vision had a trail a red trail going somewhere. I drag my body towards the substance the smell the feeling, I was close to my destination. The trail lead to the fridge, and I practically fell in front of it. My hands dragged around the cold white metallic fridge. I opened it up, and my eyes looked at the red circle sitting in the middle of the fridge. I felt a rush, I needed it, I wanted it. My thirst, my hunger, I need this. And before I know it I jumped at the fridge and devour whatever I needed to eat.

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“Who are you and what did you do to my son!” I wake up suddenly, my chest hurting and no longer feeling my body aching. The sensation of hunger was gone, I was simply there. Opening my eyes up I notice my grandfather pointing at me with a crossbow. My eyes open widely, not sure if this is actually happening. “Answer! What did you do to my son! Or else you’d force me to shoot.” I could see him pulling the trigger and removing the lock, a clicking sound as the arrow came flying towards me.

I jump back, hitting a piece of shelf with my back. I felt pain, as my head hit the metallic handle. My body felt weird, different, odd. Something was different about it, but I couldn’t tell. My eyes looked at my grandfather, my body shaking with fear as he quickly loaded another bolt. “Wait!” I yell at the top of my lungs, my voice feeling odd and different not mine. “It’s me… Eric…” I saw him blink, before laughing loudly and shooting another bolt in my direction, this one landing next to my head brushing my hair.

“Eric my ass!” I don’t even know how, but he grabs me from my hair without even realizing it. He was surprisingly strong, as he ended up carrying me towards the bathroom. My body dragged through the floor, it was different, I felt different, I felt strange. He pulls me upwards, shoving me into the reflection of the mirror. “Does this look like Eric to you?!” Rather than old me, there was someone else standing in the mirror. A girl, a very attractive girl was being reflected. It didn’t look familiar, to me it didn’t. She had a beautiful face, pale, pink puffy lips, and a set of big pink eyes that stare into my soul. Yeah, pink large and with thick black eyelashes. Her hair was very long, reaching past her waist. And it was blue, bright blue that seemed to have a light of their own. And her face and clothes were covered in blood.

“What types of mind tricks you tried to play on me you bitch!” My grandfather said, pulling me from my hair and tossing me towards the floor. I fell with a loud thud, hitting the back of my head as I fell. “Things might have changed! But your kind is still the same old blood killers! Look at what you did to my grandson!” I look back at the kitchen, and notice blood everywhere as well as pieces of bone scattered all around. “I don’t give a rat’s ass about the law… I’m bringing you down you bitch!” He was pointing at me directly at my head. I had to think fast as I could feel the bolt flying towards me. Reaping my shirt, I pull it out and toss it at his face, making him blind and miss the shot.

I jumped from the ground with a set of large pants almost falling to the floor. My upper body naked as I opened the main door and ran towards the streets. It was late at night and barely anyone was awake. My heart beated quickly, as I could hear my grandfather yelling stuff at me. And before I know it, a bolt hit my shoulder, making me fall down the floor. I hit my head harshly, but I stood up and continue running, ignoring the pain coming from my bare feet.

I ran until I could no longer know where I was. My chest hurt from all the running, and looking around I had no idea if this place. Nothing seemed familiar to me. A thunder came down, making me jump and finally react to the pain in my body. I fell to my knees, as the pain from my shoulder was too tough to handle. Underneath me I saw the reflection of the girl. Pink eyes, blue hair, and with blood running down her shoulder.

What happened, where was I? Is this even real? The pain was to strong for this to not be real, making me shiver and look around me. It was dark, it was cold, and I have no idea what is going on. I look down my hands, dainty pale female hands instead of my old ones. I could also feel a small set of breasts on my chest, but that didn’t matter. Reality kicked in, the adrenaline was gone, and I stumble down near a wall. I open my mouth, and use my finger to inspect it. Nevertheless, I feel a set of large fangs replacing my canines. They were sharp and strong, and I could feel everything brushing against it.

“I’m one of them…” I murmured with this female tone. “I-I’m a monster... “ I said letting out a large amount of tears, and while the rain fell over me, I cried myself to sleep.

To be continued…

Chapter 2:

Sleeping on the sidewalk isn’t one of the best experiences in my life. I'm cold, and the rain constantly falling down on me makes me shiver and tremble. When I wake up, I realize I'm in some sort of suburban area, not too far away from the main city, but in the outskirts of it. I'm woken up by a sudden ray of sunshine hitting my body. Rather than burning up I just feel warmer than usual, up until the point that I jump up due to how warm I'm getting. “Ow… ow… ow…” I say, standing up from the ground as the sudden temperature rise makes my whole body warmer.

It's somewhat unpleasant, not as if it's burning my skin, but more like it just feels warmer than usual. I stand up, my legs now being thin and large, wobbling. I look downwards, the school’s uniform pants now dragging against the sidewalk and almost falling down due to how thin my waist is. I use one hand to pull them up and hold them against my waist. But while looking down I spot two small mounds freely standing out. Round, perky and small, perhaps barely passing a set of B-cups. I shake my head, making my hair fly all over covering my face. It's blue, and long, like real long. It's practically touching the ground due to the sheer length. Raindrops make me jump as they fall on my head and drench my body even more.

“I need to do something…” I say quietly, my voice high pitched and really fucking feminine. But by the look of things, and how everyone seems to be waking up at the moment, I need to do something. I’m half naked, with monsters roaming all around the place, I’d get beaten up quickly and on the spot. I look around the place, not recognizing where I am. I take a couple of steps, my bare feet touching the ground, water splashing about each time I take a step. I feel weak, I feel puny, something is not right with me. Perhaps I can get treated and go back to normal. Yeah! I should find a hospital and ask for some help.

I'm so caught up with my thoughts that I don't hear the person approaching me. I'm holding my pants up and covering my breasts with the other hand as I slowly walk forwards. I need to get somewhere, get me changed, and I’ll be back into being a normal human boy. Out of nowhere this horrible burning pain, my hands open up like claws, I open my eyes widely and I let out a high pitched scream. My pants fall down, and I do as well. Hitting my head on the sidewalk,I turn around quickly, trying to spot who did this to me. “Oh I see now… you got attacked…”

Turning around I spot a large lizard man, his thin tongue flickering now and then, as he stares at a bolt he most likely used to attack me. He has reptilian eyes, his hands covered with scales which resembled claws more than anything. A large crocodile-like tail appearing from his bottom, as well as paws for feet and green spiky ears. He just attacked me with the bolt I can bet you that, and on the other hand it was a cup, a cup with a steamy substance. He drinks it as if it was normal to him as he stares down at me. Poison! Lizards drink poison! Not only it is trying to attack me but to poison me as well. “Young girl, are you okay? Do you want to call your parents? Can I…”

“NO!” I scream at the top of my lungs, standing up and walking away slowly. “You won’t hurt me! You won’t burn me with your venom! Leave me alone!” I scream before running away. I ignore my naked upper body, I run as fast as I could away from the creature with his intent of killing me. My pants roll down, making me trip and once more fall flat down on the asphalt. I slowly stand up, my legs quivering with pain as my hair covered all my face. When I finally move it away, all around me, all the houses, monsters begin to pop up. Kitsunes, wolf men, gargoyles, flow kelps, lamias, all kinds of monsters leaving their houses and all of them walking towards me. I feel something warm and sticky picking up my body, pulling me off the ground and turning me around.

“Are you alright love? Did someone hurt you?” Something, someone, something, someone spoke up. Female, large breasts, tentacles rather than legs, sticky, grabbing me, the suction cups holding me in place, and a big mouth with big sharp teeth.

Let’s see how far Eric can have his limbs stretched!

”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

I scream at the top of my lungs making the woman release me and drop me onto the ground. My heart races, as every monster stares at me, their eyes filled with desire to pull my limbs and eat me bit by bit. Minotaurs, dragons, trolls, everything, every kind of monster surrounding me and with the intent of killing me. I feel my right hand opening up, and as if it's shifting into some kind of hard claw. Picking up a piece of wood from the ground I use it as a weapon, and move it around as if it were a sword. “STAY AWAY! LET ME BE!” I yell at them. All of them stare back at me, with fear or doubt in their eyes, thinking alike a plan to kill me in the most painful and slow way.

A lightingth lands next to me, making me jump, scream, and fall down. I could feel some electricity running through my body, but rather than pain it felt more like a tickling sensation. They all start laughing at me, their voices all saying things at the same time, with murderous intent, with thoughts of killing. I simply curl into a ball, holding my head while remembering my past. The punches, the kicks, the blood, the bruises, whatever they did to me, I could feel it. And it hurts, it aches, I just want to go home and make things the way they should be. I can't hold it any longer, I break, I begin crying while every monster around me laughs. The pain is too much, they can see my weakness, they can attack, they can kill me now.

“Honey? Come on honey, let’s go back home now.” The sweet sound of my mother’s voice, I tilt my head upwards, and there she is, in her morning clothes, combed hair, and carrying a large umbrella that covers a large area below it. My eyes swell up, with more tears appearing as I slowly stand up. My whole body is shivering, freezing, and in search of love. I jump at my mom, hugging her tightly, making her pat my back and hug me. “Come on honey… Let’s head home.” I can see her smile, as she takes hold of my hand and pulls me down the street. I hug her arm, covering my face with her shirt, wishing all these monsters would go away.

My whole body is shaking, with all this happening I’m glad I can relax, and perhaps soon, everything will get clearer and things will go back to normal. I can feel them staring at me, judging, their intentions clear. They always do the same, they just want to hurt me, to treat me as their chew-toy. Memories flood my mind once more, I’ve learned to hold them away, to ignore them, but they're just too strong this time. I feel my mother flinch and almost trip, but I ignore it and hug her tightly, perhaps it would help her out. Taking a weird turn, I can hear the sound of a door opening up, and before I know it we are inside.

Weird… I can't remember ever being so close to this neighborhood, I remember running like crazy last night. “Erma! I brought your friend! And he’s giving me some fucking headaches.” The person who should be my mother speaks up. It's now a male voice, much more hoarse and deep than my mother. I open my eyes and look up at the person who should be my mother. Instead of her, there's a dude around his twenties, he has black hair that covers his face, and bright blue eyes hiding behind it. He practically pushes me away, making me fall to the floor and allowing me to get a better picture of him. Tall, strong complexion, and his lower part seems to be oozing with a black mist. “Yeah, I’m exactly what you’re thinking about,” he tells me before running upstairs.

I sit down on the cold floor, my bottom now only covered by my old set of briefs with nothing else in between. I pull my hands close to my chest, covering my breasts as I stare at the floor dumbfounded. “Where am I?” I say, looking blankly at the floor below me. I can feel my arms shiver, and my heart beating faster and faster. My whole body shakes from left to right, as my hair covers my entire back. I can feel them, I can smell them, I’m trapped here, and I’m about to be killed. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks, my whole body trembles as I can hear them talking outside, laughing and yelling.

I feel disconnected, out of this place, I just want all of this to end. I look down at my hands, tears dropping down into them, splashing all around. Dainty white pale thin hands. Nothing like how they used to be before. I feel a presence near me, the same dark feeling I felt before, it was warning me, telling me to look up. My eyes are really teary, making my vision very blurry and making it difficult to see. A girl around my age was standing in front of me, I’ve seen her before and with the black mists instead of feet, I know it's the doppelganger I met yesterday. “Y-You…” I spit out with difficulty, my voice shaky and teary, barely even recognizable. My teary eyes look up at her, blinking rapidly as I just want this to end. “J-Just, k-k-kill me already.”

I close my eyes and hug my legs, letting out whimpers. My whole body trembles, as I practically let out a river from my eyes. I feel her cold hand touching my bare arm, it feels human but at the same time I can feel the cold black mist that comes out of her body. I stiffen my body, forcing my eyes even closer as I prepare for her to kill me. I feel her covering my entire back, her other hand now touching my right arm. She's going to swallow me whole! I shake even more as her head touches the side of mine, my lungs going crazy, my heart about to jump out, I’m about to die.

“I’m not going to kill you, idiot.” Her serene soft voice makes my eyes open up. She… she is… “Yup! I’m just giving you a hug… I need you to calm down.” I'm about to refuse, but suddenly her hand rubs my back, giving it little pats from time to time. I don't close my eyes anymore, I feel something else, the presence telling me what her intentions are. This monster is trying to comfort me. I let out a loud cry, as she holds me close and gives me the love I didn’t know I need.

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I'm sitting in one of the most comfortable and warm sofas I’ve ever sat on in my life. Erma, the female doppelganger I met yesterday, lent me some clothes of her older brother Marcus. I’m a head taller than her, so her clothes wouldn’t fit me. Wearing a large hoodie and a set of pants from a complete stranger is an experience I’d like to forget. More if you add the fact that my nipples poke and tickle against the fabric of the hoodie. I don’t know how much I cried, I simply switched off and let my tears out like a hose. I made small sniffs from time to time, my lungs still not calmed after the crying session. I was drinking a warm cup of cocoa Erma ended up giving me.

“I called your parents, they’ll be over here in less than an hour,” she says, stepping out of the kitchen. She's wearing the school’s uniform, her face still covered by her black hair as she sits down next to me. “I also called the school about… why you won’t be coming… they most likely are going to send someone here as well.” Having her sitting so close to me makes my heart race, my whole body stiffening feeling her body so near me. “You do have a huge phobia towards us, right?” she says, clinging closer to me. I begin to tremble slightly as her shadows wrap around my body. “I can see why you have that thing against us… Reading your mind and seeing what they did to you when you were younger.”

I drink the hot cocoa, looking at the floor, leaving her with a cold silence. I wonder why she had called the school; shouldn’t it all be solved with an "I got sick" excuse? “Because of this, honey,” she says, turning on the television. A picture appears of me, well the new me, as I was standing naked while swinging around the piece of wood I found. Wait, how did she knew what I was thinking. “I thought you knew what demi I am.” Mind reading? “Yup.” I hate you. “You are at the cover of several newspapers, and are the top news of some news channels. Vampire found lying on the sidewalk naked. Naked girl yelling and screaming in the demi-human district. And many more telling how crazy and naked you were.”

I blush, hugging my legs and drinking a last sip of cocoa before putting the cup back on the table. I'm still a bit shaky about what just happened. It has been a short time since I managed to cool my head and think about what happened. I open my mouth slightly and with my tongue, I brush around the sharp canines I now had on my mouth. I am a vampire now. I close my mouth and hug my legs even tighter. “Don’t you start crying on me again, missy,” she says, patting my back. “We have advanced technology and I’m sure they have a shot to cure vampirism. So don't you worry.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to relax as I let out some sniffs and a couple of tears.

I don’t want to be a vampire, I want to return to how I used to be before all of this happened. “You’re not really all that ugly you know?” she says, standing up and picking up a mirror from her handbag. “Like, if this is going to be permanent you’ll remain as a fine looking lady.” I want to rip her stupid hair out of her face. She jolts backwards, making me chuckle a bit. I lower my legs, the fuzzy carpeted floor between my cold fingers feeling nice to the touch. I look at the mirror Erma was pushing towards me, picking it up in my dainty hands. Moving it so I can stare directly at my face gives me a slight shock.

My skin is so pale at the moment, almost as if I were from Alaska or a really cold country. My eyes are really big, they stand out easily and they almost seem to look at everything at the same time. They're pink, bright pink, not Mexican levels of pink, but a light bright pink tone. If I saw her walking, even if I knew I’d get rejected, and probably beaten up, I’d still ask her out. Erma giggles next to me, covering her mouth as if she could make her giggling quieter. I close the little mirror and place it on the table in front of me. My hair is long, like seriously long, it reached all the way to my feet. I grab a strand; it's surprisingly smooth and soft, as if I took care of it since I was little. “Your hair is very pretty you know… my nature doesn’t give me the chance to have that kind of stuff, it always gets covered by this black mist,” she tells me, grabbing one of my many strands and comparing it to hers.

The sound of closing car doors makes me stand up. I play with my hands as I walk towards the window. It has one of those light white curtains which allows me to see silhouettes. Guessing by the height, the two people standing outside of Erma’s door are most likely my parents. I grab the neck of the hoodie, pulling it close to my mouth as my other hand trembles. I feel Erma’s hand rubbing my back. “You’ll be fine, I’ll go get the door.” I see her walking, but with the way the mist covers her legs it looks more as if she just slides towards the door. The sound of the locks being opened, and the old wooden noise of the door makes me jump. “Hi, I’m Erma…” she says, a bit embarrassed. “The girl who was on the phone with you. He’s over here.”

At first it's just Erma, the little girl my age that was around half my height. And behind her my mother and father walk towards the living room. They both stare at me with open eyes as they go up and down my body. I'm not naked, but I feel as if I am. Their eyes move up and down, probably trying to confirm if I was their son. “M-Mom? D-Dad?” I say, my dainty feminine voice echoing in the walls. I take a step back, afraid of what they’ll do. I know they aren’t at all like my grandfather, but I'm just afraid. My heart begins to beat quickly, my eyes watering up, afraid that they won't recognize me.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” my mother says, walking towards me and pulling me tightly into a hug. Her warm arms, her heartbeats, the warmth coming from her body. I am happy I have her back. I'm now much taller than her, a head bigger than her; the biggest difference is that I have a much thinner body, and that my hair is a bright light blue. I feel her hands patting my back, making me rest my head on her shoulder. “The security cameras caught you changing and devouring the meat packages I had in the fridge. I’m so happy you’re okay, Grandpa did put up a fight,” she says, pulling my head and making me breathe heavily, letting out a small whimper as I cry on her shoulder.

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“In other words…” the monster doctor says, his small antlers and hooves clopping as he paces around the room. It's strange seeing a satyr with clothes on. Those guys prefer walking around naked as their male parts are hidden behind bushes of hair. “Eric is now a healthy female vampire crossed with a werewolf.” I'm taken back, almost hitting myself with the white wall behind me. My father does the same thing, but actually hitting himself. My mother is standing next to the doctor, reading the notes as she might understand something of what he is talking about. “More like seventy-five percent vampire, and twenty-five werewolf.”

The doctor walks over to a whiteboard and opens up a red marker with which he begins to draw circles and lines. “You, Eric Van-Helsing, are a direct descendant of the famous monster hunter, Van Helsing.” I close my eyes slightly, wondering what he is planning to say with that. “He was a merciless killer, who killed about half the population of most demi-human species around Europe and America. A genocide made by one man.” I look away, knowing exactly what my ancestor did, remembering slightly the problems I’ve had related to that. “In reality, the demi-human genotype is a mutation that changes both the genotype and phenotype of the human body. Thus granting ears, wings, or horns such as mine. It’s more of an evolution caused by different traits over time; demi-humans are in a way descendants of ancient humans.”

I close my eyes slightly, clenching my fists as I already knew this since I began learning science. “The Van-Helsing family, however, developed such strong white cells from all the interactions with demi-humans, that you are almost immune to any form of infection.” He sighs, rubbing his horns and scratching his hair. “I don’t want to say it like this, but due to how things are I have to do it.” He draws two circles, and fills one with a bunch of dots from separate markers, while the other he simply barely fills in with red. “This is a normal human red blood cell. After centuries of interactions with demi-humans, it developed a mutation which allowed it to survive amongst all infections, by being part infected. They are still prone to infections such as vampirism and lycanthropy, but the process of change won’t kill the human in the process.”

“This is your blood cells, Van Helsing family.” He points at the pure red one, and starts to draw circles leaving them blank and white. “They are… I hate saying it this way, but there is no other way. They are pure red blood cells. There is no kind of mutation, no kind of correlation with other demi-human genotypes. That explains how the Stocker kid and his family were so attracted and reacted so aggressively against your blood. You have tasty blood cells.” My father is tilting his head, probably not getting the whole concept entirely. “The reason you guys have such strong immunity against demi-human infections is because your white cells are so strong that they double the size of the red ones, and are stupidly aggressive towards any infection.” He looks at my father as he is struggling to comprehend all of this, and draws two stick figures. “Normal humans have blood that has parts of demi-humans but with normal blood cells.” He draws horns and a tail to one of the stick figures. “While your blood Mr. Van Helsing, has pure human blood but with a set of barbaric body guards.” He draws a giant dude with an axe next to one of the stick figures.

I see my father smile and nod. He might be good with math, but he sucks at biology. He even told me about the nightmares he had trying to understand mitochondria and how it works. “Now vampire time!” the doctor says, drawing another stick figure but with a set of fangs and a cape. “Vampires, creatures of the night. Creatures with a craving for human blood.” The guy starts to mess around, pretending his fingers were vampire fangs. “That’s all fake, vampires do crave blood, but because their bodies lack the functionality to produce it in the first place. They have their own blood, but it doesn’t do the same things human blood does. So they tend to feed on animals or humans to get the blood they need to survive. I think it’s a good trade off, when they have natural enhanced senses and minor but definitely noticeable increased strength and speed.

“Usually vampires draw around the equivalent of a blood draw donation. Around ten to fifteen percent of the human blood amount. A class one hemorrhage, which leaves the human with dizziness and some slight headaches.” He starts to write the numbers down, along with the names and classifications. “Heavy, or fat drinkers, tend to draw around fifteen to thirty percent of the individual's blood, creating a situation relatable to a hemorrhage class two. The subject becomes lightheaded, his skin would appear white, and he’ll be cold to the touch. Vampires leave a trail of their own blood inside of the human body, this causes the subject to fall into phase one of vampirism which can be treated with medication and proper rest.”

“The Stocker kid, Vladimir if I’m not wrong, drew around eighty to ninety percent of Eric’s blood.” My mom makes a gasping noise, covering her mouth and looking back at me. “Eric entered a hypovolemic shock state, and he was rushed to intensive care almost immediately.” I knew Vladimir sucked an above average amount, but I didn’t know he almost sucked me dry! “Eric was given both the intense shot to prevent vampirism and at the same time a large blood transfusion to keep him alive.” The doctors sighs, putting the marker back to the whiteboard, as he pulls out a chair and gives it to my mother. “You might want to be seated for this, ma’am.”

My mom sits down, covering her mouth in fear. “The hospital has to take the blame on this one. The packages of blood delivered to Eric’s high school was mislabeled. Instead of a normal human blood transfusion, he was given instead the blood of a werewolf.” My mother’s eyes widen while my father is surprisingly the one to fall over, falling into my lap. “Is Mr. Van Helsing alright?” the doctor asks, pointing at him, while stretching over to his phone. “Should I call for help or something?”

“H-He is not good with this kind of news. When my water broke, we were both kept in the hospital for a week. Me for giving birth to Eric, while he fell down and hit himself in the head when he got the news,” my mother says, taking a deep breath, and laughing slightly at my father before her face becomes serious again. “But, it still doesn’t make sense. Why is Eric now a she, and at the same time a vampire and part werewolf.”

“The vampirism shot works somewhat similar to the lycanthropy one. In fact, they were developed at the same time and are practically the same except with slight variations.” He draws a simple bat and a dog face on the whiteboard. “The shot tends to stick to the vampirism infection, and effectively kill it. It is made with traces of vampirism and it also strengthens the white blood cells. The lycanthropy one works the same way but developed with other substance. Since the werewolf blood was transferred to Eric at the same time the shot was given, the werewolf blood effectively consumed the shot, and when the two infections met, the vampirism infected most of the lycanthropy blood cells, except for the ones that consumed the shot. Since the vampirism bacteria multiplied quicker than usual, they practically took Eric’s remaining red blood cells hostage, and since the amount of white cells were lacking due to the amount of blood the Stocker kid drew, Eric got effectively infected with the record time of becoming a vampire.”

“Okay that explains why I am a vampire and werewolf, however you want to put it. But why am I this!” I say gesturing to all of my body, mainly the upper part of my chest. “Why did I change gender?”

“That is a great question Ms. Van Helsing!” he says, drawing more markers and going towards his whiteboard. “Vampirism affects the phenotype of the human body, thus changing the coloration of the skin, eyes, and hair. It affects the genotype slightly, changing how the body creates blood, and the enhanced sensibility and strength I mentioned to you before.” He draws a set of DNA, and starts creating parts of it with other markers. “Lycanthropy is the one to blame in this situation. Lycanthropy attacks and modifies the human genotype directly. Thus causing the drastic changes of fur, bone structure modifications, and practically becoming another fucking species when angry or affected by moonlight. The blood transferred to you, Eric, was from the alpha female of an Amazonian type of female tribe. Your puny Y chromosome was devoured by the female alpha’s genotype. Replacing the chromosome and changing your gender due to the remaining amounts of lycanthropy blood in your system.” I grab my head and fall over next to my dad. “I should consider a job as a teacher at an university,” the doctor says before quietly walking towards my mother.

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“So… A vampire werewolf… I wonder how the old man is going to take this,” my father says as we stand outside of the doors of the hospital. With the prescriptions and medicines for a complete and smooth transition, I'm standing at the same height as my father, looking at the street in front of us. I'm still wearing Erma's brother’s clothes. My eyes are still a bit red eye because of all the weeping after getting the news that I will never be back to being a boy, or human. I'm still sniffing from time to time, but I would no longer fall down and cry over it. I hate this body, I hate being this monstrosity. The medicines thankfully have a secondary effect, calming my body as it would ache due to the bone changes and future mutations.

I'm relaxed, not that I wanted to be, but thankfully I am. I’m not a crybaby, I’ve learned to not do that, in public. I’m going to have a large session with my pillow tonight, as it is going to be really wet from all my tears. I take a deep breath, as I must not show weakness to any foe, as it most likely will be used against me. I take a step, still getting used to this new height and body balance, I almost slip and fall down. “Careful… The werewolf part of you might make you taller, but you still need time to adapt, honey,” my mother says, holding my waist so I wouldn’t fall down. I walk with her, slowly, going down the stairs towards the street below. “George, why don’t you get the car so Eric doesn’t have to walk too far.” He nodded and immediately ran past us, heading towards the parking lot.

I am slightly taller than my mother now, my hand grabbing her thin shoulder as we slowly walk down the stairway. We stand together, watching the cars pass in front of us, my hair moving as the wind picks up some speed. “You have such long hair Eric… Usually hair that longs becomes ugly and kind of deteriorates due to how long it is. But your hair is very pretty, as if treated with the perfect care, and for how tall you are, for it to almost reach the ground, it is kind of outstanding.” I grab my mother tightly, trying to express that I'm listening to her and understanding what she's saying.

Suddenly, I produce a small whine, as the cloud above us moves, making the sunrays hit directly our bodies. I wasn’t burning or anything, I’m just kind of weak to intense sunshine. My blood can’t handle the sun all over my body, or synthesize Vitamin D from sunlight, making it slightly painful and raising my temperature when in contact to direct sunshine. Thankfully my father arrives just in time, opening the door for my mother from within the car. “We still have something else before we can call this a day, and we better hurry or the traffic will most likely catch up with us.”

My hands grab the handle of the new white Corolla my father got from his job. I pull the door with a bit of a struggle, as my bone structure isn’t completely fortified yet, and I’m slightly weak in all my joints. I sit down slowly, pulling my large legs inside. I wasn’t huge, just slightly above the average height of a man. One point eighty three meters is definitely a hard mark to reach. My head is touching the ceiling of the car, so I have to rest on the back seat in order to get some comfort inside this car. I look at the back of my father’s seat, and as the car moves forwards I can feel the road as it moves my head up and down.

It's a dreadful silence; no one wants to talk. My father as he most likely is in this situation, would be too nervous to say anything, afraid to hurt either my mother or me. And Mom would most likely be thinking of the situation, trying to approach it with the best and most careful planning. Not even my dad’s iPod music is playing. I could hear the tires as they roll down the street. Out of nowhere my father decides to hit the brakes, the sound of the tires sliding down the asphalt while all of us were nudged forward. The sounds of other people’s horn trembled my ears. “George!” my mother yells, clearly pissed off at him.

He ignores her, as he gets out of the car and opens the door where I was lying down. As if I was a fucking feather, he pulls me out of the car. I'm terrified, was he finally gone mad and going to go all Van-Helsing on me? I begin to worry, my heartbeats going like crazy as he grabs me tightly in the middle of the road. “D-Dad?” I say, more nervous than anything, afraid to hit a nerve and make him throw me towards the street. Rather than anything aggressive, he pulls me in for a tight hug, I can feel his breathing in my shoulder as his strong hands tightly pulls me in for a hug.

“I suck with words and you know it,” he says to my ear, while tears roll down his cheeks. “I never passed my fucking English class in high school. But… I fucking love you son,” he says, pulling me tighter. I could feel his strong body against my pale thin one, as his hands grab me and pull me towards him. “I don’t give a fuck what you are. A slime, a wolf, I fucking love you and I just want you to know that.” I can hear him breathing over my shoulder, making me start to tear up, my hands grabbing his back as my tears wet his shirt.

And before I know it he pushes me softly, kissing me on the cheek before entering back into the car. I stand outside, not sure about what just happened, but feeling a warm sensation from my chest. I feel a sudden rush of happiness, as if I didn’t know I needed his love all along. Sniffling my tears, I sit down back in the car, finding a better position to actually sit down properly. “Fucking asshole! You scared the life out of me!” my mother says, hitting my father as tears swell up around her eyes. She grabs his head and pulls his beard for a kiss in his forehead. “Good boy,” she says before looking back at me, and busting out laughing.

My father does the same, his laugh stronger and more hoarse than my mother’s. The whole tension is off for a bit. I love being in here, I love my family even if they can be annoying at times. I couldn’t help but laugh myself, tears rolling down but with a whole different meaning. We were interrupted by a loud honk behind us, and some random ass dude yelling at us to move. My father changed gears, and soon we were off driving again. My dad puts his music back on, a weird combination of eighties pop music and heavy metal from the seventies. It gives a lot of variety to be honest. I stare at the window all throughout the drive, watching as the clouds and cars move by.

I start recognizing the streets, the buildings, and before I know it I'm in front of the main school’s door. I perhaps had fallen asleep during the ride, as I had some saliva dripping out of my mouth. “Van Helsing family! Please! We were waiting for you!” the principal says. I bet she doesn't know how tight her outfit is hugging her body, but for fuck's sake, woman, have some decency. There is a large humanoid man next to her, immediately from his skin tone and the way his jaw kind of just hangs down his body. I also think the fact that his skin is blue might give off the vibe that he isn’t human at all. His eye are dead brown, and his whole body language gave off those feelings.

My parents get out of the car first, my mom combing her hair while my dad fixes up his jacket. “Evening, Dorothy!” my father says as he opens the door for me. I assume it is because my legs and arms are still functioning as noodles, so I guess it’s fair. I hope my father doesn’t treat me differently after all of this. I try to stand up from the car, but it seems as if I wasted all of my energy during the morning issue with the monster part of town. The guy who has this zombie vibe is standing about with a wheelchair in his hands.

“Don’t worry, I bet you had a very busy day with what happened with Eric and all. This is Carl, the school’s nurse,” the principal says, patting the shoulder of the zombie-looking guy.

Something inside of me clicks, I know this guy talks differently but for some reason I can understand what he's saying. “Oh… Good day,” Carl says while lifting his hat and putting it back to his head. Both of my parents hold back a laugh, as they can only hear wobbles and tongue twisting sounds from his mouth. “Oh, they didn’t tell you. Some demis can understand one another, while humans can’t. I’m one of those weird cases.” He walks towards me and helps me out to stand up. “I’ll be taking you to the principal’s office, as I know how hard is it to suddenly become a demi. I might look stupid, but I’m actually making my community service on behalf of Harvard.” I sit down in the wheelchair; it's a bit too short for my size, but this would be so much better than dragging my body up the stairs.

“You've changed quite a lot, Eric. But we’ll leave all the discussions for upstairs, please. So shall we get going?” Carl begins pushing me towards the school. As much as I’d think he’ll be clumsy and at some level idiotic, he manages to be quite gentle and caring, pushing me down the halls with such ease. Everyone is thankfully in some class, so I don't have to worry into bumping into somebody on my way here. I remember, I need to give Erma back her clothes. I’d rather give them back here than go through that street all over again. The school surprisingly has a lot of different types of access for people with disabilities. There’s even a lift for people in wheelchairs or for people that can’t go up the stairs.

For the second time in less than a day, I pass towards the main office of the principal in this school. Expecting it to be empty, however, I was surprised seeing the same three vampires I saw yesterday standing here. The father didn’t even look at me, not sure if he was disgusted about what had happened to me, or just embarrassed by the whole situation. The mother was something else entirely. She practically rushed towards me as soon as I entered the room. “Are you okay? Did you got feed? How do you feel?” She spat at me, checking my temperature as her big red eyes look at mine. “I’m so sorry about this.” She said grabbing my head and pulling me for a hug. “I’ll try to help you in any way possible.”

“Ms. Stoker, please refrain from any contact with Eric until we establish the rules.” Dorothy said walking past all of us and sitting on her chair. “Helsing family, if you please?” She gestured at the other said of chairs arranged behind us. My parents sit down behind me, my father rubbing my shoulders before finally sitting down. “Stockers, if you may take a seat so we can do this as quick as possible?” The two vampires sit behind the fucking vampire that did all this to me. Dorothy pulls out a bunch of papers, as Carl leaves the office and closes the door behind him.

Vladimir slowly creeps his way towards me, his face turning towards mine. He was sweating like crazy, his hair all messed up as it appeared he didn’t get much sleep at all. “I-I’m s-so…” He began saying, until I flip my finger towards him. Well I tried, as it hanged down the chairs railway. I tried giving him the most disgusted face I have ever done in my life. He yelps, sitting up straight and looking back at the principal. I couldn’t help but to look down, I am just tired and want to take a giant fucking rest.

“Two things. First, I’m glad you’re transition is going alright Eric. I read the medical report and seeing that your transition is smooth and fast is a large weight off my shoulders. Not many people can survive a strong case of vampirism, as they tend to die the first night.” The principal turns towards Vladimir, with her hands making a triangle over her mouth. “How do you feel Vladimir? You did drank five liters of Eric’s blood, when you vampires usually drink around five hundred milliliters, and you straight up swallowed ten times that amount.” Vladimir looked away, grabbing his stomach and looking to the ground. “Thought so. There’s a reason you shouldn’t drink so much. You all now know why Eric not only ignored the vampirism cure, but as well became a woman?”

They all nod, even vlad who was slightly blushing. I simply look angrily at him, biting my lower lip and clenching my fist. “Great.” She said clapping. “We need to figure out two things. As you may know, the Stoker family are the only vampires family from your grade. And by law, new vampires, either by choice or accident, have to undergo some tutoring classes. There isn’t a vampire school anywhere around town, and we don’t offer those kinds of classes since it is expected to be taught by birth, and not by a little hungry accident.” She said the last bit while looking at Vladimir, before briefly removing her glasses and putting them on. “So, besides all the mumbo jumbo that I’ll have to talk with the Helsing family, that’s why I brought you three Stoker’s. I’m asking you if you could help Eric with his final transitioning steps. It’s a real important matter, because either you teach him how, or Eric would be send to an out of state school to teach him how to be one.”

I could hear the father sighing, rubbing his forehead and combing his hair. “We have to. Like, look what our soon already did to the child. What kind of people would we be if we forced a transition and just let her behind!” The mother said to the father making him sigh, stand up, and slam the door behind him. “Sorry for that… He agrees to help Eric, but he feels like he is committing some kind of vampire sin to help a Van-Helsing.” I look to the ground, feeling some tears swealling around my eyes as that last name will still haunt me, even if I’m part of them. “But… We’ll take care of helping her transition. Is the least we can do.” The principal handed the mother some papers to sign, and she quickly did, returning them.

“With that set, Eric is now registered at the Demi-Human Protection Program. You guys will weekly receive a blood package for Eric’s now new need for blood. Remember that Eric will now need to suffice upon a lot of human or animal meat, so I recommend a daily source of proteins with the little blood that comes with the packages. Remember that vampires have their own ways of going vegetarian, but we can talk about that later.” The principal said writing some things over in her computer, before turning it towards us with an official governmental website at the screen. “All of Eric’s records, papers, and information will now be changed, including all the details about his new transformation, and most importantly his change of gender. I just need a name and all of this will be done.”

I know she was addressing me, and I hated it. Everyone began looking my way, wondering if I will actually change my name so easily. I hated being the center of attention, my heart started beating faster than before, and I practically scratch the chair’s armrests. “Sussanne!” I blurted out, tired of so much attention. I grab the wheels and pull them towards the door, effectively leaving the office. When passing the door I directly meet the father’s eyes. He was smoking a cigar next to the opened window, sending all the smoke out of the window. I look away from him, and roll right next to the door.

“I’m not what you might think I am.” I blurted out with the tears rolling down my cheeks. “T-The only reason I-I’m a monster… Is because of your son!” I almost spat at him, before pushing myself down the hallway crying one more time.

To be continued....

Chapter 3:

It was late at night already, and I couldn’t fall asleep even if I wanted to. I don’t want to see this body naked, nor I want to know anything about it. I practically disconnected myself from the world again. I am still wearing the clothes given to me by Erma. For some reason using these types of clothes make my body feel refreshed and cool. Loose fitting clothes are a must now, they show few of this new body and keeps everything hidden. I rested on my arm as I clicked away in the main menu’s of a game that came not so long ago. Darkest Dungeon, something away from my main genre, but it has monsters in it… So yeah, monsters you kill. It’s not hard selling something to me.

It was normal at first, as I lied on my arm I clicked away in the game, making the right decisions in order to get the highest most profitable outcome. I just moved the whole thing with my mouse, and occasionally use the keyboard for some functions. I played half assly, barely paying attention to the actual game as my thoughts would drift towards my body, or to what I’m going to do at school. My body jolted, as if by instinct. I have to say, the game has a very gore like, so pretty much every action ended up with a screen covered with blood. I looked away, my hands shaking slightly as I focused on something else. And without even knowing it, when looking back at a screen with a large amount of blood at the characters, floor, and ceiling. I actually licked my lips.

“What! The fuck!” I say jumping off the chair, landing on my back and rolling on the floor slightly. I can feel my chest rising up and down, as I cover my mouth. “What the fuck!” I scream standing up and shutting the computer. I can feel that presence again, the sensation over my head telling me something. I stand up, almost like some kind of zombie. My vision starts to redden, a red trail appearing in the center of my vision. I try shaking it off, walking the opposite way. But a smell, a scent, my nose was making me doubt it. It was tempting me, it was calling to me. “No, no, no, I’m okay, I’m okay…” I repeat to myself as I sit in the floor covering my head. “I’m okay… I’m okay… I’m-I…”

”I need it.”

I growl with an uncommon human voice, leaping off the ground and jumping at the door. My right hand twitching as I pull the door open and gun it towards the trail. My heart was beating faster, I could feel it close, I am so close of getting it, I want it! I bumped with the walls, as I approach the kitchen and the red trail ending. Here it was, a red silhouette in front of me. I lick my lips once more before I smell one of the worst things in my life. “Fucking Christ!” I say covering my nose and falling into my knees. My eyes water as the smell felt as if I was kicked in the groin, or if I got stabbed in my nose. “What the fuck is that!” I yell covering my nose and mouth as I crawl towards the nearest wall.

“Watch your god damn language son.” My father said joking, turning his head slightly towards me. He was wearing his apron while chopping up vegetables in the kitchen. He turns around, and on his left hand is a…. a… “I’m making the garlic chowder your mother loves.” The garlic, the fucking garlic, it was killing my nose. I crawl as further away as I can, covering my nose and mouth while closing my eyes slightly. “Wait… But the doctor said these types of symptoms will show up until tomorrow.” I shake my head, as tears began to roll down my cheeks. It hurt, the fucking smell hurt. “I thought vampires were allergic to Garlic, but why do you have such a strong reaction against some onions?”

My eyes water up, the smell infesting my nostrils as I could only smell onion inside my head. “Wait… You’re not allergic to onion! You just can’t stand strong scents!” He says happily before looking at the onion in his hands. “SHIT!” He yells before throwing the onion out of the window, and tossing out the cutted parts as well. You could hear them fall to the ground as they are most likely over Monika’s back yard. “Here I’ll cover it up with some house aromas…” I grab a phone book and toss it with pinpoint accuracy at the metallic bottle of house aromas in his hand. “Oh yeah… That could have worsen the situation…”

“Sorry son… I thought you’ll get your changes later, like until tomorrow. I bet that’s why you got here so angrily.” He said walking towards the cupboard and pulling out a napkin. “I accidentally cut myself and left blood all over the clean dishes… Mom’s going to be pissed.” He said as he rubbed his left finger leaving the napkin covered with a large wet bloodstain. I start growling, my stomach telling me to jump while I crawl back to my feet. I open my mouth and feel my canine teeth growing bigger. “Eric… Eric are you okay…” I could now smell the victory, the price, what I truly need. I took one step forward, my feet slamming against the wooden floor as my whole body jerks with it. “Eriiiic…. Can you hear meeeee” He was cleaning the dishes, his white, shiny neck facing at me.

My whole vision reddens, I could see the blood flowing inside of him, how his heart was filled with the substance, while the rest circles around in his veins. My jaw starts to shiver, as saliva drools out of it. I jump at him, standing right behind him, my teeth ready to pierce his soft skin and suck the delicious body nectar. “Eric what is…” He turns around just as I was centimeters away from his neck. My fangs drolled with my saliva, as my tongue was to the side. My right hand now resembled a claw, but for some reason I stopped, my fangs tasting his sweat and feeling the flow of his blood. “Eric?”

“Yesh…” I say with my mouth opened. And before I know it I have a tomato buried in my canines. I fall to the floor tasting the raw strong flavor of the vegetable I hate the most. “Argh!!!!” I yell pulling the stupid thing out of my mouth and throwing it at the opened window. “It tastes horrible!” I jump next to my dad, the annoying dreadful taste of tomato in my teeth and mouth. I put my mouth and hit the faucet open, almost drowning me with water as I try to remove the taste off my mouth. “Blegh! Blagh!” I spat out, water coming out of my mouth as I finish cleaning my mouth. “I fucking hate tomato…” I had most of my clothes wet by now, but thankfully I didn’t have much chest area for something to stick on.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” A voice somewhat familiar says behind me. I grab a towel and dry my mouth, turning around before spitting out a piece of tomato. Have you ever thought about how life would be better, or worse, if it had a soundtrack? Like, when you finally get a perfect round score at the end year? Or you managed to get the math problem right? Now I feel a certain tune playing in my head, now I feel like a boss song would play. “Sussanne, Sussanne… Haven’t you got fed already?” The Stocker woman said, her hand a bit red with remains of tomato. “You need to learn how to control yourself.” She was wearing a more, normal outfit. Rather than the fancy corset she came in here with a black leather jacket, and a red blouse. Her ample bosom was still poking out, as her blonde hair was tied differently. “And why don’t you get your hand patched up before Vladimir gets here and jumps at you.”

My father nods, running towards his room and closing the door behind him. I still had my mouth open, giving ample time for the woman to inspect my mouth. “You’ve got one of the largest sets of fangs I’ve seen in my life…” I close my mouth and take a step back embarrassed. I didn’t realise it until now, but I ended up ripping one side of the hoodie, my left arm and part of my shoulder was now free for everyone to see. I stood up around the same height of the woman. I hope I don’t get any bigger, as I’m already tired of bumping my head and body with things I thought I could fit before. I look away, hating to be in the same room with this woman. She walks towards me, and brushes my hair with her hand.

I jerk away, making me hit my head with the fridge. It was more of instinct than anything else. I learn that if it isn’t a family member, I shouldn’t get touched by anyone.

Come on Eric! Fight back you sissy! Why don’t you just defend yourself?!

I shake the thoughts away, clenching my fists as I can remember the many fights I got into as a kid. “He, he doesn’t really like physical contact…” My mother said as she struggled to carry a large box towards us. I leap at her, with speed I didn’t know I had before. Picking up the box from my mother’s hands and carrying it towards the table. “Thanks Eric…” She says with a sigh, as she must had struggle carrying those things here. “Sorry for that Camille, and thanks from stopping this goofy head from killing his own father.” My mother giggled, and gave me a playful punch in the back. I growl at her, ignoring Camille as I place the box next to one that looks exactly the same. With my right hand, which still resembled a claw, I rip the scotch tape assuming I have to put all the groceries in the respective spots.

“What do you think sweetie? Your mother and I bought you an entire closet.” Camille said putting an arm over my shoulder and her face ridiculously close to mine. I am however surprised by the amount of pink, light tones, and feminine attire in this box. Blouses, skirts, and some dresses all inside. I saw as my claw looking hand revert back into a normal looking one, making me gulp as I jolt feeling my mother giving me a kiss in the cheek. She pulls out a white puffy sweater from the box, and feels the fabric with her hands.

“Did you know that the Stoker family owns the Dracy’s? The large department store line that also sells stuff for demi-humans!” She pulls out a scarf, and wraps it around my neck, the fluffy and soft texture feeling very comfortable against my skin. “As an act of apology, she gave us an entire closet for you. And I thought we were going to struggle with all your clothes.” My mom said, ruffling my long hair and giving me a pat in the back. “Thanks again Camille, you really helped us out here.”

The vampire woman laughed, in such an eccentric and egotistical tone of laughter. “Please Sandra, is the last thing we could do after my son accidentally turn him into a girl and a vampire. Besides, it would be a crime letting such pretty woman walk around wearing only rags.” Pardon me? “I’ll go and check where that idiot is.” She says playfully, giving me a playful spank making me jump and squeal. “You’ll be such a hit with the boys.” She tells me before leaving through the main door. I sigh, admiring and looking at the pretty clothes we would never be able to buy before. Even after two jobs, my household can’t have enough money to pay bills, pay for school, buy food, vacations, etc. It was a luxury going to those stores, and hence the reason I torrent my games.

I snicker, covering my mouth as I let my computer illegally torrent old and new games. My mom stands up in front of me, with her hands in her waist as she has to look up at me. “Eric!” She yells, making me squeal and jump back. “You should be thankful with Camille! She practically spend a lot of money on the clothes, and she even paid to set you up with the blood delivery foundation.” She sits down on the counter, pulling another sweater and putting it over my body. “You have no idea how much money we just saved… So please go and say thank you to her.” I blush and bit my lip.

I nod, but before leaving I hear from outside. “Is everything alright in there?” Monika said, with a tomato splattered all over her face, onion resting between her breasts, a garlic stuck in her hair, and carrying the yellow phone book in her hands. “I just thought that…” My mother reacts by jumping out of the window and repeating the word sorry over and over. “It’s fine really… Nothing hit any important thing of my garden, as I caught them most with my body.” She laughed, making me chuckle before walking towards the main door.

The sun had already settled, and the nightsky was beautiful during this time of the year. A gust of wind blows my hair, making me smile from how fresh it feels. I close my eyes, enjoying how my hair is lifted and the wind gently brushes my hair. I’ve cried enough times, for some reason or another I was just done. I haven’t seen my body naked, nor I want to feel it, touch it, or see it. I know I’ll have to given by the fact that my bloody nose is telling me, it’s time for a bath. I look at my hands, I can’t help but to stare at them all the time. They look so dainty, so feminine, much more different than how they use to be. I clench my fist, taking a deep breath and brushing some hair off my face.

I turn to my right, spotting a bright red audi r8 parked in front of our house. “Why do vampires always have to be rich…” I mutter, rubbing my forehead as I walked towards the car. The sound of my shoes click against the asphalt, as my legs are learning to be used once more. I spot the tall blonde woman, standing behind my father’s car. I sigh, stepping forwards and approaching the lady. “C-Camille…” I barely spat out, not only I’m not accustomed to my new dainty fragile voice, but to speak so freely with a vampire. “I just wanted to… What the fuck.”

Grandpa was standing over Vladimir, his silver cane over Vladimir’s throat. He had him pinned down, while he looked over at Camille. Vladimir was too shocked to even do anything, as he tried to push away the cane but either it was too heavy, or pops is too strong. “Camille…” He said looking towards, well her, his hands clenched in a fist as he removes his cap and throws it on Vladimir’s face. “You haven’t aged a bit.” He tells her, looking directly at her eyes, while she stands about, staring back at him. “Half a century it has been... more than half a century…” His face was cold, his white hair combed over as his whole sharp thin face stares back at her.

“Indeed Abraham… It has been a long time…” She says softly, her hand cover her mouth as I see the other twitch nervously. “You have gotten old, old dog…” She mutters making a chuckle, as my grandfather removes his cane from Vladimir’s throat. “About your… Grandson…” I look at my old man’s eyes staring at me. I could see his chest rise and lower, and hear a loud breath coming from him. “It was my son’s fault, he isn’t accustomed to…”

“Yeah yeah, the Helsing blood, I know the whole ordeal. He jumps down from Vladimir, and struggles to walk next to Camille. My grandfather used to be something else. He had a long brown beard, and from his time in the army, the pictures we have from him made him look like some kind of old Schwarzenegger looking fellow. Seeing him now stand next to such a young woman, or perhaps not as old as she assumes to be, is somewhat sad. “I’m not a life sucking creature such as you Camille.” He spats out, clearly mad and filled with resentment. He slams his cane as he walks, grumbling between his teeth as he heads towards the house. “You are meant to die one day… You’re doing something inhuman Camille…” He spats out, slowly continuing his way.

“Well… Your grandson is now something inhuman then.” That made the old man stop. I could see how his hand tightly grab the cane, but holding back with a reply. He goes his way, heading towards the house and closing the door behind him. I look back at Camille, who was surprisingly blushing with embarrassment. She looks at me, making her shake her head and sigh. “I met your grandfather after the war, we were close friends.” She spits out, looking down at her son and picking him up. “Did you tell him who you are.” He nods, still a bit red fluster with embarrassment just like her mother. “Come here.” She says picking him up and removing the dust off him. “He doesn’t really mean it okay? He is just bad to what you did to Eric.” She said softly hugging and pulling Vladimir for a hug.

I saw him blush even more, as he stare at me with worry eyes, probably still feeling sad from what he did to me. I just look back at him, my limbs shaking as I slowly lift my hand and flip him the bird. “Come on, let’s brings those things back there and we call it a day.” She tells him, stepping away. As soon as she turns, I lower my hand and produce an awkward smile. “Hi there Sussanne, is there something you need?” She says with such a different tone. I could see her fangs whenever she spoke, it was a somewhat terrifying point of view. I gulp, as I stretch and play with my hoodie nervously.

“T-Thanks…”

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“So… Human blood…” I say looking down at the little half a liter package resting in my hands. “Type of blood, o negative. Donor, Carly Shwim. Reason for donation, I love vampires and I like to help them. Age, twelve.” I sigh, reading out loud and playing with the package in my hand. The package had a little lid at the top, to which I remove in order to drink it. The smell hit my nose, and my body immediately reacted by jumping. “Oh god.” I say looking away from the package. I take a deep breath, since I’m about to drink a human bodily fluid. “Here goes nothing.” I close my eyes and place the lid inside my mouth, and almost instantly the blood flows inside my mouth.

The taste is weird, it’s cold but at the same time warm. And it feels so heavy, perhaps to the amounts of metals found in normal human blood, but it isn’t as easy to swallow as water. But god damn it tastes good. It warms up my body, and I could feel each part of it activating, as the supplement of blood enters every corner, vein, artery, and organ of my body. I feel alive, I open my eyes and realize I’ve already drank more than half the package. My eyes slowly drift away, hiding as they look inside my skull. My tongue flavours the taste, warm, gentle, like if I was eating a hot chocolate made by my grandmother. I suck the package clean, practically leaving it with no trail of blood whatsoever. I felt full, like if I ate the biggest meal made for a king. I fall down my bed, my eyes opening up as I take in all the sensations around me. I could feel my body waking up and feeling everything, I was one with the world, and I was a part of it. I could hear the music of Hendrix in the background, the main riff from ‘All Along the Watchtower’ play as I look at the ceiling.

“Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.”

I sputter out loud, as the world around me envelopes me. I can feel everything. All my senses are at a top notch capacity. The ceiling above me moves around, creating colors I didn’t even know existed in the first place. “Woah…” I mutter looking at my hands. I start moving my fingers, feeling the air between them, enjoying the sensation of being connected with everything. I wonder if this is actually happening, I stand up from my bed, feeling the world around me I step out of my room. The cold door knob making me smile as I cool down from all my worries. I smile, why should I be worried? I mean… I just got so many cool powers…

I stumble towards the main hallway. A sensation of hunger burning inside of me as I walk towards the kitchen. I can see colors, sounds, and everything as I walk. The cold wooden floor creaking as I take steps on it. I move my toes around, playing with my feet as I walk towards the kitchen. I smile, my hair covering my face but I’m too happy to care. I giggle and giggle, before gulping down a large glass of water. After that I walk back to my room, my head spinning as I continue to giggle and everything around me stops making sense.

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I wake up sitting in my chair, my laptop opened and shining brightly at my face. “What the fuck…” I say my throat dry but still with the high pitched tone I’m used to as before. I move my hands and quickly lower the brightness of the computer, allowing me to see better than before. “What the fuck happened?” I remember a lot of laughs, my body feeling way too sensitive to anything, and then pure darkness. Opening the laptop in order to see what I was doing last night, I come up with a lot of games I downloaded without any memory of getting them before. “Games, anime… movies? What did I do…” I opened a tab filled with the lists of the games I downloaded, and not recalling any of them. “Wait… I need to check on this…”

I open a new tab and immediately typed. “What happens when vampires drink human blood?” A bunch of forums appeared, all of them with something vampiric at the name of the webpage. I sigh, going for the first result hoping to get something useful out of it. My eyes followed the post, a normal guy asking about the effects and differences of a vampire drinking specific types of bloods. “Just picture any stoner film, or a scene in a movie when the characters get high. Just like that but with more laughs.” I rest my head on my laptop, sighing as I scratch my head. I feel a weird sensation, like if a part of me was folding against the screen. “What?” I mutter sitting straight the same exact sensation of some sort, like when you fold your ears with your hand.

I rub my cheeks, feeling the cold skin against my soft hands. But something was missing, something was odd about it. I stand up from my chair, feeling an odd feeling as if I was hitting the chair with an invisible part of me. I ignore it as I walk towards my bathroom. Turning the lights on I immediately know something was off. I look at my reflection in the mirror, and there, with all its splendor a pair of wolf ears resting at the top of my head. “The fuck?” I yell stepping back from the mirror. Moving my hands towards the ears, I squeeze them slightly, getting the sensation of hard skin from them. “What is this…” I left them be, before staring at my eyes. “Woah…” They are still pink, but now the areola is much more bigger. It is practically a set of dog or wolf eyes rather than human. “This is weird…”

I take a step back, feeling my hair and ears move as I shake my hair. Feeling nervous I look at the reflection in the mirror, the dog or wolf ears folded. I turn my head, the ears perk up and follow the same direction of my movements. I concentrate on moving them, left and right, and after some seconds they follow whatever I command them to do. Up, down, up, down, left, right, left, right, fold, perk, fold, perk, one up one down, and perked up. A rush of happiness makes my chest feel warm, the girl looks at me with a smile on her face. I do have to admit I don’t look anything than before, big eyes and a cute face complexion. I close the door behind me, making sure no one peeks at what I’m about to do.

I raise my upper lips revealing my front teeth. The girl does the exact same thing but rather than looking stupid, she looks very cute. I giggle before stopping completely as a weird sensation coming from my bottom half makes me turn around. “What the…” A tail. A fucking wolf tail is attached to my lower part back, as if it was continuing my spine. It’s not fluffy or overly big such as a fox tail, but it is lean and long, and it is the same tone of my hair, with some grey at the bottom and tips. “This is so surreal…” I sigh resting on the sink. A jiggling sensation from my chest makes me take a step back and open my eyes widely.

The mirror above the sink only allows me to see the upper part of my body. I changed a lot from yesterday, I gained some height and surprisingly some muscle. The petite girl was still there, but it know looked as if she had gone to the gym her entire life. My arms look like normal but when squishing them I feel a thick cover of muscle. I lift up the hoodie, underneath the simple shirt shows a set of bigger breasts than before, thankfully not too big to look ridiculous, and a strong and tight abdomen. “The amazonian wolf DNA?” I say out loud, passing a hand over my waist, feeling the curves and the muscles.

This is so, so weird. I still had a cutesy body, and my face resembled that of a cute girl. But underneath all of that I have curves, and muscle. Well, not cutesy but more on the very feminine side of things. I take a deep breath, however my nose tingles picking up a lot of sweat coming from my body. “I need a shower…” I say casually turning on the shower and preparing for it to warm up. I blushed, remembering I would have to take a shower and look at my naked body. “Nope, fuck that.” I pull out a towel, and quickly tie it around my eyes, blocking completely my vision. “Good! Now I have to get naked.” I lift my shirt up, feeling how the fabric brushes against my breasts. I bit my lower lip, struggling to get out of these pants.

Standing completely naked made my whole body shiver, as the wind coming from my opened window. My feet shiver feeling the cold ground against it, as I follow the sound of the water hitting the glass and the ground. Grumbling I step into the shower, jumping slightly at how close my head is now to the shower itself and how the warm water tickles my body. I do the whole ordeal as quickly as I can, stumbling to touch my private parts, as I am not ready to deal with anything down there. The most tedious thing was washing all these long ass hair, the amount of shampoo I had to use was tremendous, and trying to not get my ears wet was annoying as hell. Each time some water enter the thing, I automatically would shake my whole body feeling my breasts jiggle while doing so.

I step out of the shower angrily, hating all of the sensation of this new body and all the stuff I do without even controlling. I was about to pick up the towel when my whole body decided to go crazy and shake all over. It effectively removed most of the water out of my body, and I could feel every part of me jiggle while doing so. I could feel my hands shaking and angrily expand, creating some level of claws. “Eric honey, how are you?” My mother said entering my room. Because my eyes were still covered, I stumble around the floor and fell down, angrily growling as my breasts squish with my room’s carpet. “Woah… Tail and ears…” I nod, my body still on the ground. “And it seems you gained some height… and look at your bum!” My mother playfully said before giving me a slight spank.

“Ouch.”

I say sarcastically without moving an inch. My mother chuckled, before grabbing me by my waist and with my own strength she pretended to lift me up. She didn’t say anything while I stood there with my eyes covered by the towel. “Okay hun, extend your arms.” I do what she says, feeling a piece of fabric rub against them. Before I know it I feel some pressure coming from my chest area, as I know she put a bra on me. “Good work hun, now lift your left feet.” I do what she says. “Now the right.” I sigh, before feeling a ticklish sensation between my thighs as she lifts up what I suppose is a set of panties. “Now… this!” She said before nudging my towel making me able to see once more.

I am tall now, like a head taller than my own mother. I blush, remembering how we used to be the same height and now I’m a titan compared to her. “I think you’re around two meters… a bit less… And you are almost touching the D mark on your chest area hun.” I blush before giving a slight peek to my chest. The now full body mirror in my room made me a little conscious about myself. I am tall now, and with a really nice female body. I throw a piece of clothing at the mirror, effectively covering most of it allowing it to only see my lower part. “I left your school uniform on your bed, you decide what to wear honey.” My mom said before leaving the room.

I stumble towards my bed, spotting the pretty high school female uniform, with a somewhat short skirt, a set of high knee socks, and a cute shirt with a bunch of frilly stuff around the neck. I sigh, flipping the bird to the clothes before getting ready to school.

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Being young is both a lie and a form of evil. I sigh, waiting for the last class before the break of the day. Looking around the classroom I get a better perspective than what I saw two days ago. Was it because my enhanced vision? I don’t know, nor I think I could care anymore. Sighing rest on my desk, as the teacher ends up his class and gesture us that we are free for around an hour. A notice a trio of guys all gathered around a magazine and laugh about, they are most likely considered the perverted of the classrooms, as a school always need a pair of them. They stick together, during their worst and best times, or until one of them magically gets a girlfriend which would cause a domino reaction and break them apart. And one of the first couples of the year, as the guy would most likely break up with her for the blonde naga behind him. And the girl would most likely skip a day as she things whatever she thought she had with the guy was true love. I give em a week, tops.

I stand up from my chair and pull my backpack over my shoulder. Loving how everyone around me tends to ignore me, I struggle putting on a set of earphones as I leave the room. The trio of girlfriends sitting near the window laugh audibly loud, as they share contacts and most likely conversation between them. I bet if you start a simple gossip between the three, their friendship would quickly melt away, as it was forged in nothing but lies. Youth is mainly formed by a series of lies, and those that glorifying it are fooling themselves and everyone around them. I ignore the weird looks everyone is giving me, as I slowly but surely walk my way out of the hallway, and towards my lunch spot I found looking around the campus.

My ears perk up, spotting a girl ‘quote on quote’ accidentally dropping her books near the guy she most likely has a crush on. The reptilian answers my kneeling down and starting a conversation with her. The girl is kind of good looking, for a dragonian that is. The guy most likely spot her before, several times I assume, and is not really getting the clue that she’s digging him. That’s what it means to be young, to be covered by lies and think that their surroundings always affirm their actions. “Here you go Nika.” Said the boy handing her the last book from her outrageously stack that she would most likely not read any time soon. But, by the simple usage of the word youth they are distort and twist the common sense and anything logical.

I stop to look at the window, spotting several students already practising and working out in either basketball or the tennis field we have on the school grounds. I chuckle following my route and going down the main staircase. Spotting a set of guys hiding at the top of the staircase trying to not let anyone here about their gaming conversation. For all of these, lies, failures, secrets and sins, do nothing but to spice up their definition of youth. And if failure is the landmark of being young, such as they say. I almost get between two girls who most likely came from the same school, but are now separated due to grades and classes. They hug in front of me, making me move to the side and let them be. Each of them will find new friends to replace each other, they’ll grow apart even through their efforts of sticking together and will end up as complete strangers in a year or so from now.

Then someone who failed to make friends must be at the peak of his youth, using this logic right? However I’m sure they’ll disagree. Stepping out of the hallway and towards the patio a set of young students come accidentally charging at me. “Hurry up let’s go!” The one said before giving me a smile and a gesture of apology. But, however, I’m sure they will disagree with their own terms. All of this is just their second standarts at play and nothing else. Here’s the bottom of the line. I spot the empty sit underneath a school building, giving me enough shade so I don’t burn up in the middle of the day, and the twelve o’ clock breeze pass through my body making me feel fresh. I sit down on the chair, and pull out my lunchbox made by Mimi. You see, fools that enjoy their youth.

Should just kill themselves.

“For some reason I knew you were here.” My aunt said, giving a pat in my back as I drink the little blood juices left behind by my mother’s meat stew. I can feel one of my ears perk up, making the earphone fall down and listen clearly to them. “And you got tail and a cute set of ears!” She giggled, her hand grabbing and rubbing the inner part of my ear. I growl even that my left leg unconsciously moves up and down. “Fine… I’ll stop.” She said chuckling and sitting next to me. “Why didn’t you put on the girl’s uniform? You’d look so much better and perhaps catch some pretty wolf eye’s.” She nudged my arm, while I finish drinking and leaving the plate back inside my lunchbox.

I read through the entire uniform section of my school dressing code. And nowhere it stated that one must only wear the designed uniform. But a student should must wear a school uniform, it never states which. So I pulled out the school’s tracking pants, put on a white plain shirt, and the school’s jacket on. Effectively using a uniform, but not the dreading female one. Mom had to make a little hole for my tail to pop out, to which it simply hides behind all my flocks of hair. “There is nothing that would change you right?” I chuckled, closing my lunchbox and putting it inside my bag. “I know what I can do.” She said standing up and before I know me, she pulls me from my ear barely giving me time to grab my stuff before being dragged by her. I shake her off me, but follow her along towards another building in the school.

Even if my aunt is taller than my mother, I still tower her, making her look like the student and me some kind of stupid sports teacher. We enter a classroom I’ve never thought I would enter in my life. “Good morning Henry! How are you today?” She said bursting inside. A student, who everyone knows about is sitting near the window, drinking from a bottle of water and reading a novel. He is the guy everyone aspires to be, matching my high grades, studying at the economy class. He’s tall, smart, and does a lot of sports, which means he has one of the strongest if not the most athletic body in the whole school. I could see his biceps popping out from his chair, as he looks back at us putting his glasses away.

“Ms. Lycaon, I remember asking you to knock before barging inside the room.” He said with a dead tone. Henry Petterson Lovecraft, the most famous kid at school says, not even standing up from his chair as he stares back at us. “Who is the weirdo?” He said pointing at me, making me growl and look away slightly.

“She wants to join your club.” She said pushing me towards him. I nervously rub the back of my head, feeling my cheeks blush and my ears fold. I look back at her, wondering what her plan is. “You will join this club, as not only you need to be registered in a school club in order to graduate, but as a penance on what you did to your fellow students two days ago.” I clench my fists, thinking that the change and transformation should be enough for what I did. “I don’t care about any questions, objections, concerns or dissenting opinions you may have.” She stops looking at me and turns her gaze towards Henry. “As you may see, her soul is just as rotten as her attitude, that’s why she stands in front of you as a pitiful loner. While in here, I want you to mend her attitude and her twisted mentality. This is a personal request for me.”

He closes his book and puts it underneath his chair, his short hair combed over as he gives a nice check to my body. “I refuse.” I bit my lip, knowing some sort of negative answer was expected from him. “But since it is a teacher’s direct request…” He sighs rubbing his forehead in annoyance. “Fine… I’ll take her in.” He says opening another bottle of water and quickly drink from it. “But if she ever does something out of the line, she’ll be out in a heartbeat.”

“Don’t worry, she is quite the energy saver kind of gal. She has quite the calculating mind, and self preserving instincts. She’s more of a minion that anything else.” I bite my lower lip and clench my fists, before she nudges me once more in the stomach making me jump back and growl softly. “Good, I’m counting on you Lovecraft.” She said waving at us and walking out of the classroom, closing the door behind her. I look back at him, as he returns to read his book and practically ignore me. I lift my eyebrow, before pulling a chair from one of the pile in the back of the classroom. This room looks more like storage than anything else. I growl loudly, pulling a chair and sitting down staring blankly at the whiteboard.

I wonder what kind of activities one can do in this little classroom, mainly with the egotistical bastard as the leader of the club. It can’t be any type of sports, as there isn’t any room in here to do anything. Also, no kind of materials as this place doesn’t look to have any type of colors or papers but chairs and broken tables. Perhaps some kind of reading club, as if that might help. We both hear a knock on the door, making us look back at it. “Come in.” He says with a serious hoarse tone. The door slowly opens, and a recognizable walks in.

“H-Hi? Is this the Helping Club?” Vladimir says as he pops his head inside.

To be continued...