MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

As Blake landed gracefully on the ground below, he couldn't help but marvel at the strength and agility of his new body. The wind slapped against his face, exhilarating him with its rush.

"Wow, this new body is insane!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with both awe and excitement.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Blake marveled at how his ankles held up under the impact. It was as if he had landed as lightly as a feather.

But there was no time to dwell on his newfound abilities. With a surge of adrenaline, Blake bolted off, tearing through the alleyway with blinding speed. Each step felt effortless, propelling him forward with an otherworldly force.

He couldn't help but revel in the sensation of speed, feeling lighter than air as he darted through the narrow passageways. It was almost as if he spent mere seconds touching his feet to the ground before propelling himself forward again.

However, his exhilaration was short-lived. In his haste, Blake misjudged a corner, slamming his shoulder into a nearby wall with bone-jarring force.

"Did I do that?!" he exclaimed, staring in disbelief at the hole he had created in the solid brick wall. The realization of his newfound strength both thrilled and unnerved him, a reminder of the vast and untamed power coursing through his veins.

The distant sounds of car honks and noises of passer-bys became even closer.

As Blake surveyed the alleyway, he realized he was nearing the end, where the bustling streets awaited. Looking back at the wall he just ran into and the condition it was at, he realized one thing. What if this wasn't a wall?

"Scary thing is it didn't even hurt me at all," he muttered to himself feeling his shoulder and sensing no discomfort. So this was it? This was what it meant to be a vampire, super strenght and durability, all these words he thought would forever remain in the pages of his comic books? But now he had them?!

But then the thought of accidentally colliding with someone filled him with a sense of unease. What if he couldn't brake in time? The consequences could be disastrous.

"I need to avoid meeting people... or people meeting me," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with urgency. He knew he needed to find a way to navigate the crowded streets without causing any accidents.

His eyes fell upon the brick wall beside him, and an idea sparked in his mind. 'Wouldn't kill to try,' he thought with a grin, excitement coursing through him. He flexed his fingers, marveling as they transformed into razor-sharp claws, matching the fiery red glow of his eyes.

With a surge of determination, Blake drove one palm into the wall, feeling it stick effortlessly to the surface. "Interesting," he murmured, his grin widening as he began to scale the wall with ease, moving like a spider in the night.

Bricks crumbled beneath his touch as he ascended, each movement fluid and effortless. In mere seconds, he reached the rooftop of a three-story building, the vast expanse of the night sky stretching out before him.

Perched atop the world, Blake couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. With his newfound abilities, the possibilities seemed endless, and he was ready to embrace them fully.

Blake stood atop the rooftop, his senses heightened to a degree he had never experienced before. With a deep breath, he inhaled the night air, his nostrils flaring as he focused on the scent that had drawn him out into the city.

Weirdly, everything felt natural to him now, as if buried instincts were surfacing from deep within. It was as though he just knew what to do, each movement guided by an innate understanding of his newfound abilities. It was like a new baby to nursing from their mother or other natural things humans did without ever being taught.

As he pondered the ease with which he had transitioned from human to vampire, a sense of exhilaration coursed through him. What had Reggie and the others been so afraid of? Him?

"The only way to know what I'm truly capable of is to test it," he murmured to himself, determination flashing in his eyes.

Setting his foot firmly on the rooftop, he steadied himself and began a silent countdown in his head. Three... two... one...

With a burst of speed, he launched himself into the air, the sensation of wind rushing past him exhilarating. In an instant, he was on another rooftop, then another, effortlessly traversing the cityscape.

Roof after roof blurred past him as he ran, each leap propelling him forward with incredible speed. His heart raced with adrenaline as he continued his journey, his focus unwavering.

All the while, he kept track of the scent that had led him here, sensing it growing closer with each passing moment. The source was near, and he could basically smell it.

Blake screeched to a sudden halt as he reached the edge of the rooftop, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes widened in disbelief and horror as he took in the scene unfolding below.

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His heart pounded furiously as he reached the rooftop overlooking the source of the scent. His eyes widened in shock and fury as he witnessed the scene unfolding below.

Two men had a girl cornered in the alley, their faces contorted with cruel intent. One held a knife, the other a gun, and they took turns...

"Filthy bastards," Blake muttered through clenched teeth, his rage boiling over at the sight of such brutality.

Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped from the rooftop, his descent swift and silent as he landed in the alley below. His eyes burned with an intense fury as he advanced towards the assailants.

"Let her go!"..

******

After the discussion with Blake that didn't seem to have ended on a good note, she decided to serve him a plate of the dish that she was done cooking.

She decided to check if he was on the balcony as he had mentioned. However, to her surprise, she found it empty. Perplexed, she climbed the stairs to the upper floor, hoping to find him resting in his room.

But once again, there was no sign of Blake. Confused and a little worried now, Nana descended the stairs, her footsteps echoing in the silent house. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she heard the door click open, and in walked Reggie, Gunther, and Randal, each carrying bags of groceries.

"Welcome back!" Nana greeted them with a warm smile, though her mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of Blake's whereabouts.

Gunther's keen senses immediately picked up the scent of food, and he exclaimed, "I smell meat!"

Chuckling, Nana nodded and replied, "Yes, I actually made dinner."

Without wasting a moment, Gunther thrust a bag of groceries into her hands and urged her, "Lead me straight to it!"

Reggie and Randal, familiar with their brother's love for food, simply shook their heads with amused smiles.

Reggie then turned to Nana, his expression apologetic. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, Nana."

Laughing sheepishly, Nana waved off his concern. "Oh, it was no trouble at all. Honestly, I was just driven mad with hunger and decided to whip something up."

Reggie paused midway through setting down his load of groceries, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. He glanced around the room, taking note of the absence of Blake.

"Has Blake already eaten, or is he not interested?" Reggie inquired, his mind already considering the possibility that Blake's dietary preferences might have changed since his transformation. With that in mind, he and his brothers had returned from their outing prepared, with a special addition to their grocery haul.

Nana turned to Reggie, a slight frown creasing her brow as she responded, "I was just looking for him."

Reggie's concern deepened at Nana's words. "What do you mean, you were looking for him?" he asked, tension creeping into his voice.

Nana's expression grew more troubled as she explained, "Blake said he needed some air by the balcony. But when I finished cooking and went to find him, he wasn't there. In fact, he isn't anywhere in the house."

At Nana's revelation, Randal stepped forward, his voice shaky with alarm. "You mean... you've lost Blake?!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with worry.

As Nana stood frozen in confusion, Reggie swiftly dashed out to the balcony to investigate, his movements a blur of speed. Gunther, with a mouthful of meat, reacted instantly, darting to the store to search. Meanwhile, Randal hurried up the stairs, his steps almost soundless.

The whirlwind of activity left Nana feeling disoriented, her mind struggling to process the speed at which the vampires moved around her. It was like standing in the middle of a bullet train rail. In what seemed like mere seconds, the three vampires returned, their expressions grave, confirming what Nana had feared.

Blake was truly gone.

Reggie's voice broke the heavy silence, his tone tinged with disbelief. "How could this have happened?" he questioned, his eyes searching the room for answers.

"We just found Blake after months of searching. How could we have lost him so easily?!" he lamented, his frustration evident. Gunther's frustration was palpable as he facepalmed, his words muffled by his hand.

Nana, still reeling from the shock, could only watch helplessly as the vampires exchanged worried glances, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air. She felt utterly lost, unsure of what to say or do.