Izuku Midoriya hung limply in the man's arms, the stranger's fangs buried deep in the teen's neck.

He'd been walking home from picking up some groceries for supper, the sun just setting and the streetlamps still dark, thinking about the hero fight he'd seen earlier that day. He'd been eager to get home and finish writing about it in his latest notebook, number 13 right now, when he'd heard the groaning. Izuku had turned towards the source of the sound, halfway down the alley before he'd realized what he was doing, blinking before rushing to the side of the hunched over figure.

"A-are you okay?" the words caught in his mouth, swallowing as the man's eyes turned to look at him.

"H-hun…gry," the voice was barely a moan, more of a growl than anything.

"I…I have some f-food here, i-if you need it?" the fourteen-year-old shivered under the stranger's gaze as he'd held out the bag.

Ocular quirk, maybe? Does it cause fear in people who look him in the eyes? Or is it just-

The thought, and threatening mumble-storm, was cut short when the man's hand shot out, gripping the teen by the shoulder, his eyes seeming to shimmer as they focused on Izuku.

"No…" the man breathed as a strange calmness washed over Izuku's mind, the stranger lowering his head to the teen's neck, "Need…blood!"

It hadn't hurt, which surprised Izuku, instead a cold sensation spreading from the bite and into his limbs as he listened to the man suck on his blood. After a while the edges of his vision began to darken, the world fading out of focus as he had one last thought.

At least I helped someone.


Izuku stared at the plain white ceiling, blinking himself awake before looking around the room. He was obviously in a hospital room, his mom fretting over a vase of flowers in the corner.

"Mo-," his voice cracked, his throat too dry as he tried to speak, though the noise was enough to catch her attention.

"Izuku? IZUKU!" she all but launched herself across the room, pulling him into a tight hug as she sobbed on his chest, "My baby! My baby boy! I thought I'd lost you! They found you in an alleyway! You were covered in blood! They…they think it was a v-villain attack."

Izuku blinked slowly, lifting a hand to gently stroke the back of her head, muttering softly through his parched throat, "It's okay…I'm safe now…I promise…"

He felt strangely calm. Normally his mother's tears would quickly spread to him, the two easily flooding a room. But right now, he just felt calm. Not like he was empty, like his emotions had vanished or been drained away, he just…at peace.

The door to the room slid open quietly as a nurse glanced in to check what all the noise was about, giving him a gentle smile as she ducked back out of the room. A few minutes later, after Izuku had finally managed to get his mother to calm down, the doctor strode in, a clipboard held stiffly under his arm.

"Mrs. Midoriya? Izuku Midoriya?" he asked, fingering the clipboard almost nervously as the two nodded, "Now that Izuku is awake, I have some…interesting news for you."

His mother nodded, a look of worry quickly passing over her face, Izuku just watching, still wrapped in the strange sense of calm.

"Your son, he is registered as…quirkless, correct?" the doctor sighed as his mom nodded again, a little too sharply this time, looking down at the clipboard in his hands, "Well, that seems to have… changed. We have no idea how, but all the tests we've done, and we've done every test this hospital is equipped to do, seem to indicate that your son, Izuku, does, in fact, have a quirk."

The room went silent for a moment. The Midoriyas staring at the doctor in disbelief.

"A…a quirk? B-but how?" His mother stuttered.

"While it is not unheard of for quirks to manifest late, but having one manifest in the teens, even the early teens, especially in this way, is…different," the doctor continued.

"But he has a second joint in his toe? How can he-?"

"It is also possible, though even more unlikely, for an individual with a second toe joint to manifest a quirk," the doctor interrupted, glancing back down at his clipboard, "The problem lies in the way the quirk has manifested. And, to a degree, the quirk itself."

The green haired teen let out a small noise, one he wasn't even sure he should be able to make, causing the two of them to look at him. A single tear dripped from Izuku's eye.

"I…I have a quirk?" He managed to croak, before it felt like every single emotion he'd ever experienced hit him all at once. And he passed out.


Vampirism.

That was the name of his quirk. Strangely enough, it had been registered before, which in itself wasn't that odd, considering that parents could pass their quirks down to their children. The strange thing was that the first, and only, time it had been registered almost one hundred years ago. In Lithuania. To someone Izuku had absolutely no connection to in anyway. He'd checked. This had caused Izuku to go into a series of mutter-storms as he tried to figure out what it all meant, one of which he was in at this very moment, walking back from a different store after picking up some ingredients for dessert.

His stomach growled, despite having had a large lunch, pulling him out of his intense thoughts. Ever since he'd recovered, the primary diagnosis being severe anemia, he'd felt hungry. Hungrier than he'd ever felt in his life. It was a deep, clawing hunger that tore at his guts and ripped at his stomach. He was thankful that he'd been given the week off school, though that would be ending in only a few days, and he had to figure out what it was that was causing this hunger before then.

The woman walked past him on the otherwise empty street, her high heels clicking against the pavement as a sweet scent drifted to his nose. At first, he thought it was just her perfume, but then something in his mind forced him to stop. He turned to look at her, his heart beating faster in his chest as he heard, no, as he felt something inside him. Something instinctual. And it was telling him one thing.

FEED.

The word rang out in his mind as he started to approach the woman, his pace quickening to catch up to her. His mouth began to salivate, his canines feeling too large for his jaw as he opened it, exposing his growing fangs. His mouth reached for her neck. Yearned for it. Coming closer and closer.

He slammed into her back, pushing her aside as he slapped a hand over his mouth, stumbling past her and into a nearby alley with a muttered apology. Gasping for air, He collapsed against the cool brick of the wall, shuddering at what he'd almost done. Glancing back out of the alley, he caught the woman giving him a concerned look for a moment, before walking on.

"You did well to resist the, for lack of a better word, urge, young one," a strangely familiar voice said above him, Izuku staring up in astonishment as the cloaked figure dropped down in front of him, "It seems I must apologize for what has transpired."

"A-apologize?" Izuku managed to stutter as the figure took a step closer, "What do you mean? Who are you?"

"I mean what I mean," the man said cryptically, kneeling in front of the teen, "And as for who I am. I am your Sire."


"Drink," the man said, handing Izuku a glass of what looked like thick juice, "Please."

Izuku eyed the glass suspiciously, quickly looking around the room he was currently sitting in. All of the furniture looked old, and was of a European style, with various cushioned chairs and other antiques scattered around the room. The windows looked like they were covered by blackout curtains, drawn tightly shut even at this late hour, the only light coming from a few lit candles placed around the room, though Izuku found he could see almost perfectly in the gloom. One wall was completely taken up by a massive bookcase, each row filled with leather bound tomes with languages and letters Izuku couldn't even begin to identify marking the spines. The man sat opposite him, in an elegant wingback chair, pulling the hood of his cloak down and crossing his legs before gently resting his hands on a knee.

He looked…regal. Salt and pepper hair and a short beard that was expertly cut and styled. His clothes looked old, though well taken care of, the style reminding Izuku of something he'd seen in a history book somewhere. And his eyes. Izuku didn't know why, but it felt like the man's eyes exuded power and confidence, even though he couldn't quite tell what colour they were.

Looking back down at the glass in his hands, he sniffed it experimentally, running through the list of poisons he had memorized, trying to tell if the stranger had done anything to it. Instead, what he smelt was heavenly, the teen barely able to hesitate as he lifted the cup to his lips, taking a sip. His eyes went wide as the liquid hit his tongue. It was divine. He gulped hungrily, almost choking as he swallowed.

"Calm yourself, young one," the man chuckled as he waved a hand theatrically, "No one is going to take it from you. Now, do you feel better?"

"I…uhm, yes, thank you," Izuku muttered, wiping some of the juice off his face with the back of his hand, quickly licking it off, savoring the taste.

"Not what I meant," the man replied, leaning forwards to rest his elbows on his knees, "Has the Hunger left you?"

"I…" Izuku started, swallowing as he realized that, for the first time since he'd gotten out of the hospital, he felt full, "Yes."

"Excellent, then we have little else to worry about for the moment," the man sighed, relaxing back into the chair, "Again, I must apologize for doing this to you. I had no intention, but you found me in a moment of, for lack of a better word, weakness. I truly apologize."

"I still have no idea what you're apologizing for, though," Izuku said slowly, eyeing the liquid that was beginning to pool in the bottom of his glass.

"For turning you into…this," he waved his hand again, indicating the two of them," A, for lack of a better word, monster, if you will."

"I-I'm a monster?"

"At least according to the tales of old, we are," the man let out a dry chuckle, his expression suddenly going solemn, "Do you understand what happened to you that night, young one?"

"That night? The night I was attacked?" Izuku asked as the man flinched slightly.

"Yes," he said quietly, "The night I…turned you."

The two sat in silence as Izuku tried to absorb what the man had just said, blinking in confusion before the stranger got to his feet, pacing slowly around the room.

"You see, I was born with a particular quirk. One that saw me become vulnerable to sunlight, grow fangs, and crave blood. Vampirism, they called it, after the age-old myth. They had no idea how right they were."

"A-and now I have it?" Izuku asked quietly, still confused by what the man was saying.

"That you do," he sighed, pulling a book off the shelf and flipping through a few pages, "Though I was unaware it could be passed on. That night when I had returned to my senses… When I saw what I had done. I panicked. And fed you some of my own blood. I believe this is what caused you to turn. The doctors spoke of something… attacking your unawakened quirk factor. Or at least the part of your genes that should have had the quirk factor."

"So, I'm a vampire now?"

"In essence; though you seem, for lack of a better word, different. You do not share my vulnerability to sunlight, for example."

"D-do I have to drink blood?"

"You tell me," the man said, pointing to the glass in Izuku's hands, "Did that not make you feel better?"

Izuku dropped the glass in fright, scrambling back onto the sofa he was sitting on, trying to get as far away from the cup as possible.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHERE DID YOU GET IT?" he shrieked, almost gagging at the thought of what he'd just drunk.

"Relax, it was from my butcher. Pig's blood," the man chuckled, seemingly pleased by Izuku's reaction, "It does little to strengthen us, but it does slake the, for lack of a better word, thirst."

"You say that a lot, you know?" Izuku grumbled as he slowly lowered himself back onto the couch, scowling at the shadowy figure.

"Say what?"


Izuku grimaced as he glared at the glass sitting on his desk, his stomach rumbling.

It had been over nine months since his Sire had found him. The man had never told him his real name, and, surprisingly, Izuku had been unable to find it in any quirk registery, no matter how far back he'd checked. During that time, his Sire had begun training him. Had helped him come to terms with what he was. At least partially.

The green-haired boy pinched his nose as he grabbed the glass, and threw his head back, chugging the contents as quickly as possible, trying to get as little on his tongue as possible. The aftertaste sat in his mouth, strangely gentle and filling, sending a shudder up Izuku's spine.

At least he hadn't had any more episodes like he had with the woman all those months ago. Or his class.

The first time he'd entered his classroom since being turned, as his Sire liked to call it, he'd nearly passed out. The number of smells and sounds that had assaulted his now heightened senses had nearly driven him mad, forcing him to duck out as the blood he'd drunk that morning seemed to boil away inside him almost instantly. He'd desperately pulled out the thermos of blood he'd taken with him just in case, downing its contents as quickly as he could as he felt the Hunger well up inside him. He was thankful that no one had really paid attention to him as he'd stood in the hallway, shaking like a leaf, hungrily sucking down the hidden contents of his thermos. At least until his teacher had walked up, asking him what was wrong.

The man had looked at him with pity, and more than a little disgust, as Izuku had frantically explained that he'd just had a bit of a panic attack from the noise. The older man had sighed tiredly, telling him to go see the nurse and come back to class as soon as he was feeling better. Izuku had called his mom from the nurse's office, asking her to bring more of his "anxiety medication" for him, the woman all but breaking down the doors of the school as she brought him three more thermoses. It had gotten easier after that, though his hunger still grew faster with all those people around him, prompting him to keep extra thermoses stashed in his bag to help get through the day.

At least things had improved in other areas. Physical exercise was now vastly easier for him, being able to burn off a small amount of blood to strengthen his muscles or regain his stamina. In fact, he'd steadily been gaining muscle, far faster than he probably should have, if his research was correct, but he'd been gaining it none the less. He was no longer as scrawny as he had once been, though was far from being muscular, and it had taken him a while to get used to his ever-increasing strength. And less people had seemed willing to bully him, especially after he'd figured out how to use his Influence.

Something his Sire had taught him early on was that they had the innate ability to subtly affect the minds of others by looking them directly in the eye. Normally, it would just calm the person down, making them easier to, for lack of a better word, feed on. But by using a little blood, Izuku was also able to make them comply with a simple request. Izuku had only really started using it a couple of months after he was turned, Bakugo seeming to have been ignoring him for a while. Until one day Izuku had apparently had enough time to get over the supposed villain attack.


It was after school, and Izuku was walking around the side of the school building, muttering to himself about the latest hero fight he'd seen, not noticing the explosive blond stalking up behind him. Bakugo yanked on the back of his collar and threw Izuku to the floor.

"Where are you going, you pathetic nerd?" he growled, glaring at the startled teen, "You think that just cause you got attacked you by a villain you're gonna get a free ride for the rest of the year? Huh, Deku?"

"K-Kacchan! N-no! I…"

"Shut up! I've gone easy on you these last couple of months cause you're so fucking weak," the blond spat, eyeing Izuku for a moment, "But something about you has changed."

"I-I d-don't know w-what y-you m-mean, K-kacchan!" he could barely get the words out as the blond brought his hand down heavily on Izuku's shoulder, the smell of burnt sugar and singed fabric filling Izuku's nose.

"I don't give a shit. You're still trying for fucking UA, aren't you? That's what that shithead of a teacher said when you were out of school."

Izuku silently cursed his teacher in the back of his mind, could the man have not mentioned that he was trying for the school of his dreams while he wasn't even there. And now it seems the silent rage that Bakugo had been harboring since that day was finally about to be unleashed on Izuku.

"K-Kacchan! Please! Calm down!" emerald green stared into blood red, flickering for a moment as the blonde's eyes went blank, Izuku feeling the blood inside him boil, "P-please, just l-leave me alone. At least f-for today."

"Whatever, you fucking Deku," Bakugo growled, spinning on his heel, "I'll beat the shit out of you some other time."

Izuku breathed a sigh of relief as his childhood friend disappeared around the corner of the school building, picking himself back up and hurrying home.


Izuku looked at himself in the full-length mirror that hung from the back of his door, a recent acquisition from a flea-market, as he pulled his pajama top off. Over the past nine months his body had changed drastically, his complexion growing even paler than it had been before, making his dark freckles stand out even more on his near white skin, which had grown cold to the touch. Sunlight still didn't burn him like it did his Sire, the teen shivering at the memory of the time his Sire had shown him it's effects. He could still hear the boiling of skin and smell the burning of flesh sometimes. While it didn't burn him, sunlight, and any other bright light for that matter, tended to hurt his eyes, which had become able to see in all but the darkest of environments. Another, thankfully less noticeable, change had occurred as well. Izuku flexed slightly as he inspected his body, now lined with tight, compact muscles that shifted easily beneath his ivory skin. A far cry from the skinny little child he'd been not too long ago.

The sudden muscle growth had worried both him and his mother at first, though his Sire had come up with an explanation quickly enough. Apparently, he was subconsciously trying to boost his strength, burning off his blood reserves to passively enhance his muscles, which allowed him to push himself harder in his recently started exercise regime, further strengthening the teen. It was also probably why Izuku was burning through his blood reserves so quickly throughout the day, needing almost six thermoses of blood just to get through school. It had taken some practice, but Izuku had managed to find a good balance between passively strengthening himself, only really turning it on when he was exercising, and maintaining his blood levels during classes. Of course, that didn't take into account the amount of blood he had to burn just to keep Bakugo and his cronies off his back.

"Admiring yourself?" the familiar voice asked from behind him.

"You have got to tell me how you do that," Izuku sighed, already used to his Sire appearing as if from nowhere.

"Another time," the cloaked man dismissed, sitting on Izuku's bed, inspecting the veritable shrine to All Might, and a few other heroes, that was the teen's room, "For now, we should revise what abilities you have gained from your quirk."

"Yes, Sire," Izuku nodded as he turned to the hooded man.

"Let us go over what you already have, young one," the shadows in the hood moved in a way that Izuku recognized as a smile, "You are able to passively enhance your strength, speed and reaction times by burning off a small amount of blood over time. You are also able to greatly increase each for a short period by burning off a larger quantity of blood. You are capable of healing minor wounds by doing the same. Your sight has vastly improved, as has your night vision, and your unenhanced reactions and sensory abilities have also increased. And finally, you are unaffected by the light of the sun, a, for lack of a better word, Daywalker."

"Yes, Sire," Izuku felt his eye twitch at his Sire's verbal tick.

"Good, then you will be ready."

"Ready for what?" Izuku asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The UA entrance exam. Next week."

"Izuku, are you ready for break-," Inko Midoriya called as she opened the door to her son's bedroom, starting at the two figures within, "Oh! Sire-san, you're here again. Would you like some tea?"


Why am I here? Why am I here? Why am I here?

Izuku shuddered as he walked through the gates of UA. It was true that he'd always wanted to go to the legendary hero school, the Alma Mater of All Might himself, but he'd all but forgotten about the entrance exam over the last couple of months training with his Sire. For the man to have suddenly sprung it on him as he had, it had given Izuku a mild panic attack.

His foot caught a misplaced paver as he walked forwards, tripping the teen as he fell towards the ground. His hands shot out on instinct, ready to catch himself as the ground suddenly stopped, his body feeling strangely light.

"Sorry!" a voice called out as he looked up, surprised to see a girl smiling at him, arms outstretched, "I used my quirk on you without permission, but it would have been bad luck to fall right before the exam, right?"

"Y-yeah!" Izuku spluttered, desperately trying to remember his Sire's lessons on social interaction as she helped him right himself, his brain only filling with nervous static. She tapped her fingers together, releasing him from her quirk, "T-thanks!"

"No problem! See you around!" she called as she ran towards the school building, a pleasant smile on her face.

She was nice. I wonder what her blood tastes like.

Izuku started at the sudden thought, shaking his head vigorously as he took another step towards the large building in front of him.

"MOVE IT!" the familiar voice barked right behind him, making him spin in shock, "DEKU?!"

Bakugo just glared at the green-haired teen, letting out a grunt as he shoved past him.

Crisis averted. Izuku let out a sigh of relief.


CRISIS NOT AVERTED! CRISIS NOT AVERTED!

Izuku shivered as he sat down beside Bakugo, the blond pointedly looking away with a huff, scowling at the main stage as Present Mic began explaining the physical portion of the exam to them. Izuku couldn't help but glance over at the other teen, gulping as he tried to pay attention to the announcements.

"Shut the fuck up, fucking Deku," Bakugo hissed, "If you don't want to be here, the fucking leave!"

Izuku flinched at the words.

"And you! The pale one mumbling in the back! Please stop, you are disturbing the other students!" the shout echoed across the room, Izuku sitting bolt upright as he realized it was aimed at him.

"S-sorry!"

The shouter nodded his head curtly, before sitting down again, allowing Present Mic to finish the explanation of the exam.

"Great work, Deku," Bakugo grinned maniacally, "Already making a fucking fool of yourself."


"AND START!" the students looked around dumbly as Present Mic shouted from the top of his observation platform, "What are you waiting for? There are no countdowns in real life!"

The mass of UA hopefuls surged into the faux city, descending on the packs of robots that streamed out of buildings and alleyways.

Izuku panted in the hot sun as he ran. While the light didn't burn him, it still made him feel uncomfortable, his mind slipping to Bakugo, who must be loving the extra sweat the heat was supplying his quirk. Suddenly, a two-pointer lunged at him, Izuku easily dodging to the side and slamming a fist into its face, smashing the camera. After a moment, the metal construct shuddered and powered down, unable to see. That was something else his Sire had trained into Izuku until it was second nature, always attack the weak points. He only had a finite supply of blood, which he'd drunk just before the physical entrance exam, and he had to use it wisely.

Several more robots fell to Izuku's precision strikes as the test wore one, an equal number of examinees pushed out of the way of misfired quirks or falling rubble, the young man building up his points slowly but steadily. He did have a couple of near slips when he got too close to someone who was bleeding, the delectable scent of their blood drawing him in, but he'd managed to push past it each time. He was so focused on the other robots, his blood supply starting to run low at this point, that he almost lost his balance as the entire faux city shook. Looking up as a massive shadow loomed over them, he could only gawp at the huge robot.

"And there's the Zero-pointer!" he heard Present Mic cry out excitedly, "Try to avoid it, kiddos!"

"Ow!" the second shout caught Izuku's attention even as he was turning to run, his eyes focusing on the brunette lying on the ground, her ankle trapped beneath a pile of rubble. Right in the path of the massive robot. The other students were running past him. Away from the robot. Away from the girl.

"Are you okay?" he asked, skidding to a stop beside her, feeling his blood supply dwindling further, "Hold on."

He channeled some of his remaining blood energy into his arms and back, groaning as he felt the massive hunk of concrete shift only slightly, the girl whimpering under him. Looking up, he saw the massive iron tread of the metal behemoth slowly making its way towards them, steadily getting closer even as he struggled to lift the concrete.

Fuck, he thought as he turned to look back down at the girl, her face pale with fear, I'm sorry, Sire.

He channeled the last of his blood energy into his arms, letting out a loud shout as he hefted the lump of rubble off of the girl's leg. Leaning down to pick her up, he felt the world start to wobble, unable to stop himself as he fell to his knees. This was it. What his Sire had warned him about. Using too much blood would leave him weak and defenseless, and now he'd dragged this girl into it as well.

"Are you okay?" the voice sounded far away, ringing in his ears.

"Blood…I'm out of blood," Izuku managed to mumble, bringing his head up to gaze into wide auburn colored eyes.

"Then…then use mine!"

The smell reached his nose, sweet, succulent, emanating from the arm that was being held up in front of him. Unable to think clearly, he opened his mouth, exposing his growing fangs as he sunk them into the soft flesh, blood flowing into his mouth. He swallowed.


Ochaco winced as the green-haired boy bit down on her arm. She didn't know why she'd offered it, just that the moment she'd looked into his eyes she'd felt an overwhelming sense of calm wash through her. The bite itself didn't even hurt that much.

She could hear several other examinees shouting at her, at them, but she ignored them, watching the boy suck greedily on her arm. It felt…nice.


Izuku shivered. He'd never tasted anything like this before. It was like a thousand volts of electricity were running down his throat and into his stomach all at once. He took another gulp, his foggy mind clearing as he heard a faint gasp. Looking up, he saw the girl watching him in fascination, her face slightly paler than it was before.

Shit, did I take too much? He wondered, forcing himself to pull back, a look of disappointment flashing across the girl's face.

"S-sorry," he mumbled, getting to his feet even as his mind tried to process the sheer amount of power he now had, "I'll take care of this."

He was calm. Calmer than he'd ever felt. Even when he was first under his Sire's Influence. Even with the girl's blood boiling viscously in stomach. He jumped. High. Higher than he ever had before. It felt like he was flying. He raised an arm, drawing it back as he came level with the metal giant's face. He pumped more energy into it than he ever had before. As much as he dared. Until he could feel the muscle fibers start to tear themselves apart and the bones start to creak. He punched.

The metal crumpled under his fist, the face of the giant caving in more and more and more. Until the entire head was blasted from its shoulders, flying backwards down the path of destruction the robot had caused. Izuku hovered in the air, enjoying the gentle breeze. His arm ached. Looking down at it, it was obvious that he'd shattered the bones and shredded the muscles, his usually pale skin split open in several places, a blotchy mix of red and purple and white. Not that it mattered. He still had plenty of blood, which he began siphoning off to heal his arm.

The sounds of murmuring caught his ears as he slowly descended, giving his arm the time to heal before his feet touched the ground. The other examinees were all staring at him, some in fear, some in wonder.

"TIME'S UP!" Mic's voice echoed across the arena, startling the other examinees. Izuku just looked down at the girl lying on the ground beside him, her auburn eyes wide in amazement.

I wonder what her name is. He thought as he felt something strike the back of his head, the world going black.


Izuku came to in the nurse's office, staring at the cream-colored ceiling in confusion. He tried to move, feeling his wrists tied down by something as a slight ache pulsed in the back of his head. Trying to remember what had happened, he began looking around, his eyes almost immediately falling on the only other person in the room.

"You attacked and injured another examinee," the dark-haired man growled, glaring at Izuku with glowing red eyes, his hair floating around his head. Strangely, Izuku couldn't feel the ever present sense of Hunger he normally did, until the man blinked, "That's grounds for disqualification."

"I…I understand," Izuku muttered, looking down, "I have no excuse."

The man sighed, suddenly flopping down in a nearby chair.

"At least, that is what I want to say," he ran a hand through his thick hair, "But the girl you injured approached us after the exam and said she had willingly let you do it. Why?"

Izuku started, looking at the man in surprise.

"M-my quirk," he stammered, as the man continued to glare at him, "It…it requires blood to work. I have to drink blood to make myself stronger."

"Hmmph," the man grunted, still keeping his eyes locked on the teen, before getting up and undoing the padded manacles that were wrapped around Izuku's wrists, "Fine. Seeing as how she claims to have given consent, we'll overlook it this time. Now get out of here."

Izuku nodded hurriedly as he slipped off the bed and out the door as quickly as he could.


Izuku sipped from his glass, rolling the blood around in his mouth as he sat opposite his Sire. While it satisfied his Hunger, it tasted bland. Not like the brunette girl's blood had at all.

"So, you drank the blood of another human?" his Sire eventually spoke, his voice serious.

"Yes, Sire."

"I knew it would happen eventually, just not this, for lack of a better word, soon."

Izuku's eye twitched at his Sire's verbal tick. He figured he'd get used to it eventually, but it was still annoying.

"I suppose you will want to know what the effects of drinking human blood are, correct?"

"Effects?" Izuku asked, worry entering his voice, "What effects?"

"A number of things. Firstly, and I'm sure you've noticed this already, animal blood is far less, for lack of a better word, appetizing, correct?"

Izuku nodded, looking down at his half empty glass of sheep's blood. It had a pleasant gamey taste to it, but it wasn't as nice as he'd been hoping. It felt strange to be drinking blood like this, so casually, but now it was somehow easier.

"This is because we crave human blood above all else. Because it strengthens us. Grants us powers."

"Powers?" Izuku mumbled, starting as his Sire vanished, a cloud of mist swirling around the green-haired vampire.

"Such as this," his Sire's voice echoed all around him, before the mist suddenly gathered, reforming into the familiar form of his Sire, "There are at least five abilities one may gain. Or, at least, that is how many I have acquired."

"S-so you've drunk from five people?"

"No, more," his sire sighed, looking away, "Back when I was younger. Less…in control."

The lack of his Sire's verbal tick struck Izuku, the sadness and shame in the man's voice apparent.

"So, what other abilities do you have?" Izuku asked excitedly, pulling out his notebook, a new one, thick and bound in leather, gifted from his Sire to record all his notes about his vampiric abilities.

"I have Mist Form, Shadow Step, Blood Control, Celerity, and Shade Armor," the man explained calmly, a small smile crossing his lips at Izuku's enthusiasm, "At least that is what I call them. What I demonstrated just now was Mist Form."

Izuku nodded, scribbling frantically into his notebook.

"You will most certainly gain powers similar to mine, being my, for lack of a better word, child," his Sire explained, "But that doesn't necessarily mean they will be identical, or even the same powers at all. This girl you drank from, try to remember her face. Her smell. Her taste."

Izuku put his notebook on the couch beside him, closing his eyes. He found that he could vividly picture the girl in his mind, as if her face had been branded into his mind. The smell of her skin filled his nose. The taste of her blood, sweet and airy and cool, almost like mochi, flooded his tongue. The blood inside him boiled, suddenly diminishing as he gasped, his eyes shooting open as he dropped several feet onto the old couch.

"Hmm, interesting," his Sire hummed, watching him closely.

"W-what happened? Why'd I fall?"

"You were flying. Or at least floating. Tell me, what was this girl's quirk?"

"Some kind of anti-gravity power, she could make the things she touches float."

"Hmm, very interesting indeed," his Sire said quietly, before looking back at Izuku, "That is all for tonight. Go get some rest, you will almost certainly be starting at UA soon, will you not?"