Kyle took a deep breath and glanced at the large building in front of him before slowly walking to a nearby alley.
After discreetly dropping the girl at the hospital entrance, he waited for a few minutes after the nurses took her in before going inside.
With his enhanced senses, it didn't take long to locate the girl's room, and thankfully, from what he heard the nurses whispering amongst themselves, she would be fine.
'Thank goodness…'
If he had taken too much blood, then he would have had a murder case on his hands.
Surprisingly, the bite marks that would have given away the cause of her anemia had shrunk so much that it was barely visible.
Most likely one of the perks of being a vampire.
'I need to be more careful next time.'
His lack of control had most likely been due to his bloodline being unstable, speaking of which—
"System, can I see the previous notification?"
In a split second, a blue screen appeared in front of him.
[Congratulations! Your bloodline is now stable!]
[You have received +10 points to perception.]
[Perception: 25 + 10]
…
[Bloodline stability has unlocked your true vampire potential. Bonus Stat points have been received!]
Strength: 50+20 (70)
Agility: 45+20 (65)
Perception: 35+20 (55)
Energy: 25+20 (45)
Defense: 17+20 (37)
Defense against Wood: –50+3 (–47)
[Bloodline Stability: 20%]
Kyle felt new strength suddenly surge through his body like nothing he had ever felt before.
His muscles felt firmer, his bones seemed tougher than iron, and his already heightened senses became even more impressive.
He had felt strong after becoming a vampire, but this was leaps above that. He glanced around looking for anything he could use to test his strength when his eyes landed on a steel pipe that lay by the side of the road.
There was a red substance at the center of the pipe; Kyle did not even want to think about what it was…
He picked up the pipe and jogged into a nearby alley. When he was sure no one was watching, he held the pipe between his arms and applied pressure.
It was too easy.
The pipe folded faster than a cheating girlfriend at her best friend's place.
Kyle smiled and tossed the pipe to the corner, flexing his fingers.
That was when he heard an annoying snicker from behind him. He slowly turned and frowned; there were two people blocking the entrance of the alley.
The first one had a spiked Mohawk dyed green and several tattoos marring his face. He had one hand in his pocket and was bending so low that it looked as though his back was broken.
Beside him was Mr. Hair Gel. His jet-black hair was pulled back by an ostentatious amount of hair gel, and a spiked chain was hanging from the side of his trousers.
Kyle sighed. They looked like typical textbook villains. 'What did I expect? I'm in MHA after all…'
He had sensed them long ago, but was waiting for them to make their move. It was the perfect opportunity to test his strength after all.
Spiky took a step forward and smiled all the way to his ears. "Look at what we've got here, are you a lost boy?" he said, his voice light and piercing.
Hair Gel laughed and ran a comb through his hair. "He looks lost to me… hey kid," he said, looking Kyle over. "Strip."
***
An uncomfortable silence settled over the alley. Nobody made a move; they all just watched each other for a few seconds, then Kyle raised his hands and bowed slightly.
"I'm sorry man, I don't swing that way…"
Hair Gel's face blushed red in anger. "Wha—what the hell are you talking about?! I mean hand over everything you have, including your clothes! This is a robbery!"
Kyle scoffed and stood straight. "And who is going to rob me? You two? Or the five guys you have behind me?"
Hair Gel's expression darkened, his fingers balled into a fist. Kyle had seen through his cheap intimidation as well as his ambush, which made his blood boil.
Just as Kyle had expected, five men came into the open, each one holding a steel bat.
This time, it was Mohawk that spoke. "Kid, we don't want to hurt you," he said, licking his lips. "You look like a rich kid, just hand us every—"
"Hahahahaha!" Before he could finish, he was cut off by the sound of Kyle's laughter. Kyle grabbed his stomach, barely containing himself.
Then he sighed and wiped a tear from his eyes.
"Who do you think you're talking to punk!" Mohawk screamed in rage and darted forward. A ball of green fire burst into life in his palms and he sent it flying.
But as it was mere moments away from hitting Kyle, the boy disappeared.
Bang!
Mohawk's face was bashed in, blood exploding out of his broken nose. His body was sent flying right past Hair Gel, whose eyes widened as he watched his friend crash into a trash bin.
When he turned back, his legs began to rattle, but he controlled himself. "G-g-get him! What are you waiting for!"
Madness descended upon the alley as the five men suddenly lunged at Kyle, their bats raised high.
To Kyle, they were incredibly slow.
He took a step back as the first bat cut past the front of his face, the wind sending his bangs flying.
He pivoted his feet and appeared in front of the man's face in a split second, then smiled.
Before the man could even react, a heavy blow slammed into his gut. His eyes bulged out as spittle dripped from his mouth; he was knocked out on the spot.
'I guess I have to reduce the force.'
"What the hell did you do to him?" one of the men screamed, swinging wildly. This time Kyle did not dodge; instead, he raised his hands.
Clang!
It was as though the thug had slammed his bat into concrete. A wave of vibration spread out through his body, and he dropped the bat to the floor.
Kyle picked it up…
The three men left shared anxious gazes, and Kyle rested it on his shoulder.
"Well, what are you waiting for? I don't have all day."
"He's just one man! Don't let his party tricks fool you!" With an overly expressive battle cry, the first man sprinted forward, the other two behind him.
Kyle weighed the bat in his hands and swung it forward. The bat exploded against the shoulder of the first man, but before he even fell, Kyle had moved to the next.
A hit to the knees made him scream and reach for his knees, but all that was waiting for him was a knee to the face.
The last thug tried to run. He had already made it to the end of the alley when Kyle pulled his hand backward and launched the bat.
The steel weapon whistled through the air as it locked onto the man like a homing missile. There was a metallic bang, followed by the soft thump of a body collapsing to the floor.
"This was far too easy…"
Kyle dusted his shirt. "As for you…" He was about to turn to face Hair Gel when a sharp pain surged through his back.
He stumbled forward, teeth gritted as what felt like liquid fire surged through his veins.
'What the hell.'
He turned around, his eyes locking on the perpetrator. Mr. Hair Gel was standing, legs practically shaking, but in his arm was a bat—not a metal bat.
It was wood…
Kyle reached for his back and pulled out the splinter that had pierced his skin. Then he looked back at the man, his eyes narrowed.
And it was at that moment that Hair Gel realized—
"Ahh, I've fucked up," he said, tears rolling down his eyes.
Kyle's body blurred, appearing before the man like a demonic shadow. His crimson eyes were glowing like embers, and there seemed to be an aura of rage around him.
The man wanted to shrink. Thankfully, that was when his memory ended, because he fainted soon after.
Kyle grabbed his body before he could collapse and angrily sunk his teeth into his neck, almost on instinct.
[Quirk detected! Geolocation]
[Do you wish to extract this quirk?]
He smiled darkly… "Yes."