Vamney or Barnpire?

It was a late afternoon in early summer, New York 2005. In one of the back alleys in Hell's Kitchen, a pantsless young man could be seen staring randomly into the air.

Barney, still bewildered and trying to make sense of the bizarre events from the night before, stared at the sky as the mechanical voice continued.

[Initializing character integration]

[Scanning user's profile]

Barney's confusion deepened as he heard these strange messages. Only then, a holographic screen appeared in front of him, displaying several lines of information...

{

Name: Barney Stinson

Level: 1

Species: Vampire

Class:

Magician (lvl 8)

Scholar (lvl 9)

Marksman (lvl 4)

SeductionMaster(lvl 4)

Abnormal Status: Initially Vampirized

Talents: Master of Seduction (Silver), Photographic (Divine)

Active Skills:

Blood Sucking (lvl 1), Melanin control (lvl 0), Hypnosis (lvl 0)

Passive Skills:

Super Regeneration (lvl 1), Mind Resistance (lvl 1)

Blood Points: 14/100

}

Barney rubbed his eyes, half expecting the strange display to disappear, but it persisted.

'Great, now I'm seeing things too,' he thought as he skimmed through the screen half-heartedly. Only when he reached the talents tab did his brows rise as he finally read more deeply.

"Photographic...?" he read the word in a soft voice, reminiscing a bit about something he always wondered about in the past. It was this little question that he could never answer—a silly one. And yet he still pondered over it several times.

It happened the first time during their first year of school. He and James, his brother, got into a prank fight. He remembered how his brother pranked him by throwing an egg on his face during picture day.

However, for some reason, when the photographer took the pictures, they were both surprised that Barney's picture was perfect. He was clean, organized, and even had a slight smirk on his face. He couldn't explain what happened.

Only then, Barney, who was staring at the word intently, suddenly noticed a change as a smaller screen popped at the side of the initial one,

{

Talent: Photographic (Divine)

The owner of this talent can't take a bad picture unwillingly.

This talent counters the host's vampire weakness, no reflection. Unlike most vampires, the host can see his own reflection and be seen in photos.

(Divine is the highest level of talent, no skill or talent can counter this skill.)

}

Reading the paragraph, Barney was once again dumbfounded. It was clear and made sense, but it wasn't his way of thinking. He would never have described it like that, making him doubt whether what he was seeing was actually an illusion.

Barney was about to turn back to the initial screen when suddenly another screen showed up. Unlike the previous two, which were white in color, this one was red, standing out in comparison.

{New Quest- A Taste of Blood}

{Objective: Suck blood for the first time}

{Description: Your blood points are almost empty. When that happens, you will fall into a state of bloodlust. Suck blood for the first time and replenish your blood points.}

{Time: Infinite}

{Reward: Active Skill-Vampirization, bonus(will apply based on the target)}

{Failure: Don't be stupid, the only way you can fail is if you die.}

Barney looked at it speechless, looking back at the first screen he could see that the initial 14/100 had already dropped to 13/100. Then as he looked at the rest of the screen, he finally noticed it—the abnormal status. As Barney focused on it, another small screen opened

{

Abnormal Status: Initially Vampirized

Upon being vampirized, a newly turned vampire has to drink blood. Until blood is consumed, blood points will be consumed rapidly until the vampire loses control. Following that, if the vampire still hadn't consumed blood within four hours, it will perish.

}

As Barney read the last words, his face paled a bit. The thought of dying in such a state after only embracing so few women during his life was unbearable. With the apprehension of dying, Barney finally decided that the screen seemed real enough to not leave things to chance.

Looking at the main street that was connected to the small back alley, Barney couldn't help but think about how he should get blood. He didn't have much time before he lost control, and getting to a hospital or a blood bank would take way too much time, time he didn't have.

He was left with only one option—find someone to drink directly from. But who? Looking at the passing people, he was startled by a sudden sound behind him. Turning, Barney actually caught sight of a perfect target, an old dumpster diver, rising from a pile of garbage at the end of the alley.

Barney was about to get closer, but a sudden sense of nausea assaulted him. The thought of drinking from that gross thing was unbearable to him.

'You have to, Barns! You can't die just like that!' He tried to convince himself. However, it didn't work at all. The innate debate kept going for minutes when another mechanical 'Tinnnng' was heard in Barney's head, and another white screen popped up,

{

System Advice- may come randomly in time of need

Subject- Blood quality

Blood quality is determined by various factors relating to the owner. It is mainly affected by:

Age- for most cases, the younger, the better, excluding magical beings. With immortal and near-immortal species, the older and more powerful, the better.

Species-mortal non-magical is the lowest followed by mortal magical, near-immortal, immortal non-divine, immortal-divine.

Every species category is divided into low, mid, high, and top, with low mostly being worse than the former category top. (Low near-immortal is weaker than top mortal-magical)

Abnormal Status- Diseases, Weakness, and the like will degrade the blood level, sometimes even being counterproductive, leading to the drinker's weakness.

Inborn Talent- Special talent may give varying benefits to the drinker. The basic intelligence and looks will lead to higher blood quality the higher they are.

It is highly advised to stick to higher quality blood, especially for the first drink, as it will set a higher foundation and make the vampire significantly stronger.

(To check those things, the host would first need to acquire the Active Skill- Appraisal.)

}

Reading it, Barney let out a sigh of relief, ending his internal fight. The old, sick, gross-looking dumpster diver was not an option anymore.

'I have to get better blood, else I might suffer in the future,' was what he told himself, though deep inside, he knew that this was simply an excuse—the man simply made him too sick.

Looking at the main screen again, he saw he was left with only 11/100 points, a sense of urgency started to rise in him. He didn't have much time to find a young woman to drink blood from.

Looking at the crowded street, Barney walked into the street, only to get some very weird looks from people around, who stared at him with a mixture of confusion, apprehension, and disgust.

Looking stumped, Barney was about to ignore them and keep walking down the street when he finally remembered—his pants were missing... his face turned slightly red as he ran back into the alley, hiding behind the nearest dumpster.

'F*ck! I'm so stupid!' With the events of the last day combined with the weird system, Barney forgot his state and just walked as he was into the street. Just as Barney was eating himself over his own stupidity, the slight sound of footsteps was heard.

"N.Y.P.D, come out and keep your hands in the air," a cold female voice called in his direction, making Barney flinch. Unfortunately, he had no other choice in the situation.

Leaving his hiding spot, he raised his hands in the air. "Evening officer," he said with a slight smile, which widened upon seeing the female police officer.

Standing in front of him with a gun in her hand was a serious-looking officer in her early 20s. She had dark brown hair that fell in waves over her shoulders. She wore a black suit, which seemed to slightly cover her graceful figure.

The police officer eyed Barney with suspicion, her gaze shifting from his pantsless state to the unusual smile on his face. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

"What are you doing here? And where are your pants?" she questioned, keeping a firm grip on her gun. Only then did she notice the bloodstain that covered his jacket, making her eyes narrow.

Barney chuckled nervously, scratching his head. "Well, you see, officer, it's a long story. I kind of woke up like this, and things have been... strange. And as for the pants, let's just say it's been that kind of day."

The officer's eyes frowned, clearly skeptical of his explanation. "Woke up like this? Strange day? You expect me to believe that?"

"Okay, officer, here's the deal. I have a medical condition, something rare and unexplainable. I'm not a danger to anyone, but I need to find my pants and get somewhere private. Can you help me with that? I don't want to cause a scene." Barney, already desperate at this point, tried to come up with a reasonable explanation on the spot. Unfortunately, he seemed to have failed miserably.

The officer's expression shifted from skepticism to that of anger, her professional instincts kicking in. "Medical condition, huh? Well, you think I'm stupid. Fine, let's get you somewhere. But it will be down to the station."

"Can I at least get my pants first?" Barney asked as pitifully as possible in what sounded like some sort of a Hail Mary. But all he got in return was a cold "No," as the officer neared him, taking her calf in one hand and her gun still in the other.

"You are under arrest, you have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will..." but just as the cuff closed on his left hand, Barney took the opportunity as the officer's gun already lowered, and in lightning speed, his teeth sank into her throat, making her yelp in surprise.

Sweet nectar poured into Barney's mouth endlessly as he sucked on her neck. The taste of blood was better than anything he had ever tasted before, bringing with it a certain sense of euphoria that surpassed the effect of the best weed he had ever tried.

The officer, on the other hand, moaned in pleasure as he kept sucking her blood. She seemed to totally forget the situation as she let go of the cuffs and gun, and hugged the back of his head. Her breaths became heavy as Barney pushed her against the hard brick wall behind her.

The taste of her blood was so good and intoxicating that Barney just forgot everything as he relished the hot liquid that entered his mouth, his hands sinking into her ass, making her moan even more.

He would have kept on doing this forever if he could, but the mechanical sound of the system woke him from his trance.

{Warning! Target's Blood Level is low!}

{Further consumption at the moment may result in irreparable damage!}

Hearing this, Barney's teeth left her neck, and he drew his face closer to hers. Her eyes were misty as she looked at him, clearly in heat.

"I'm Ja..." he was about to introduce himself. However, for some reason, the name just didn't sit right with him. He is a vampire now, he needs something else, cooler, more like him. What should it be... Vamney? Barnire? Varney? Bracula? or should it simply be Barnpire? None of them sounded right.

But thinking of his new abilities, another question rose to him, 'why should I lie?' he was nothing short of a superhero. Yes, he would need some cool vigilante anti-hero name.

But for now, he didn't need to be afraid of some crazy chick tracking him down; he could simply erase her memory and be done with it.

"I'm Barney, Barney Stinson. And you?"

The young officer looked at him, still disoriented. That feeling was something she had never felt before; it was too much for her, and the young man in front of her was truly attractive. So upon pondering, she answered,

"Detective Beckett, Kate Beckett."

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This story is going to combine many character including but definitely not limited to:

TBBT, 24, lucifer, Supernatural, Castle and more...

If you want you can suggest characters and Anti-hero name for Barney in the comments. 

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