2 The Present

I was a jackass back then, the first thing I thought about was myself. I was naive to think that anyone would accept me, I'm alone thanks to that naivety. My parents were gone the moment my eyes started turning red, they were the kind of people that thought like Bolivar Trask from Xmen, they hated mutants and didn't even give me the opportunity to explain what happened and even if I did they would have hated me even more, hell, my dad named me Van Helsing because he liked vampire hunters. after seeing my parent's reaction I decided not to tell my friend, however over time we stopped being friends since we could never hang out.

the worst thing that happened in result to me becoming a vampire were the murders at the hospital, four people killed and drained of their blood...obviously my handiwork. The guilt I felt was intense, but eventually I was able to ignore it.

After a few months I started to test my abilities. The most I could lift with one arm was 415 lbs. and the most I was able to deadlift 1,658 lbs.

My speed was something else entirely, I could run a mile in a little over a minute and saw everything go by as if I were running normally, and I could jump over small buildings as if they were short hurdles.

every saturday night I would loiter in Walmart and browse the internet, usually looking at vampire puns like- what do you get when you cross a vampire and a laptop, love at first byte. Today I saw something different.

'Story of the day: Teen Titans saves a major city from New York meteor shower'