How funny. It was all so simple. Calvin felt this power inside him, like he was not a man, but a killing machine. The boy had been hatching this plan for months, to infiltrate the local cult of vampire devotees, wanting to be turned. And he succeeded. After what seemed like a painful conversion, he felt like he was no longer the weak kid everyone could bully.

The school turned into chaos, filled with screams and running, while the scarlet streams of blood of his offenders flowed down Kelvin's chin. He made sure that they were in terrible agony before they died. For him, it was not a tragedy, and the horror that those who ran away from him experienced. No, it seemed to him that he was bringing justice, as if removing the rot of this world, so that there would be no infection by such creatures who dared to offend those who were weaker. Now he was stronger, as if the places had changed.

Calvin stood in the middle of the corridor, feeling pleasant impunity. He knew that he would not be caught, now he had such abilities in his hands that even a whole military squad could not. But the feeling of triumph disappeared, feeling the smell of something sweet, enticing, and he went towards the source. The smell of someone else's blood felt different from the others, perhaps a rare blood type? Thoughts were racing in his head until the young vampire approached the closet and abruptly opened the door. "Oh, hello.. who do we have here? Wanted to hide, like a little rabbit? How cute."