The next thing that happened was most unexpected. What must have been dozens of my kind took their game faces and started attacking random people in the crowd. Instinct took over at that point and I flew into action. Three particular vampires were attacking one girl on the level right above me. The girl wasn't even 18, she was just an innocent little girl.
In rage I leapt onto the next level, surprising both the girl and the vampires. My hands and feet started working in a blur. I palmed the first one in the face, sending him staggering. I then pivoted around the girl, kicking the legs out from under the vampire holding her; finally I spun around kicking the other one square in the face. Unfortunately the only one to fall away was the one holding girl. The girl collapsed into a scared little ball and cried, which didn't help my position.
I stood in a defensive stance waiting for them to make their move. But they were unsure, looking around for some more backup. That's something I didn't want to happen, so I sped towards one, kicking him in the face, knocking him off the level, onto the lower level. The vampire knocked on the ground got up and joined his friend, in the attack. They both wildly charged right at me, but it was a little too wild to work on a seasoned fighter like me. In a fluid motion I unsheathed my sword and took off both their heads in two clean strokes. Then I turned around to see that the mayhem was still going on, so I leapt down to join the fray.
My simple plan was going perfectly, but when I went for the door, I heard a crashing noise behind me. I spun around and saw a riot behind me. What I could only describe as vampires were laying waste to the crowd.
So that's what they look like.
Being the way I am, I turned back around to run. But I turned around to meet face to face with a vampire of my own.
"Shit," I muttered, "Is there any way we can talk about this?"
But he wasn't listening, he just ran forward and wrapped his arms around my midsection and started squeezing the life out of me.
"Ugh, um, excuse me," I managed to whisper, in between groans, "not to be cliché but, don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry…Please."
The vampire laughed in my face and just to amuse me he let me go, "And what are you going to do, there, small fry?"
I can see why he was humored. After all, who would be scared of me? I'm obviously 15 years old, not very well build, barely standing at five feet, and weighing around one hundred and ten pounds.
"With all due respect, Mister vampire, everyone knows its not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean."
The vampire laughed again, this time a long hearty laugh, "Then do something my small friend." Then he grabbed hold of my shirt, and before I could do anything, he launched me across two tables and the bar, I landed hard against the wall behind the bar, bottles breaking and sending shards of glass into the back of my legs and head, as well as my torso. I then fell to the ground. The injuries weren't that bad, I knew they would heal before the minute was up, that's the advantage of having nano-technology healing robots all throughout my body. Something else that definitely wasn't a disadvantage was what comes after that.
"Aaaaggghhh, Oh not again!" I groaned, but it was no use. It was happening, and quicker this time. I was already starting to feel the pain course through my body. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it; I could feel my bones growing, and hair sprouting all over my body. I could feel my skin stretch beyond anything it should ever have to succumb to. The nano-bots formed together to grow armor all around my body and claws. And then, all I remember is a blur.
Things weren't so good at first, with the sexism, and all the work. My family was a cruel one, I was a slave, simply because I was born male. I come from a family line that...to put it lightly...dabbles in the magical arts. They are all very, very good at it, but the terrible thing is, they're all women. When one of them had a male son...me...everyone freaked. But I managed I suppose, I was born with the talent, not quite as powerful as the sisters, but enough to get me by. I'm not bad looking either, however, that is something I was blessed with.
Once I grew up I didn't know what to do with myself. I went to school like everyone else, I moved out at 18 and got my own place while I went to college, and studied the martial arts under a very renowned sensei. I realize the irony of a Chinese man training under a Japanese teacher, but, hell, we all have our moments right?
Once I was finished with college I was versed in teaching, but teaching 5th graders mathematics wasn't really my thing. So I decided to start my own school...for martial arts, in Atlanta, Georgia. I never knew how many people wanted to learn, but that wasn't my real calling. So I packed up my stuff, hired many teachers, and left. I went all over the country and finally settled in East Port, Maine, where I started the first of many nightclubs called The Jade Dragon. To this day, there is currently one in East Port, Maine; Grizzly Peaks, Colorado; and I recently started one up in Orlando, FL, great place for a nightclub. Yes, life is good.
Or at least it was. I was just minding my own business, trying to catch a few Z's, and enjoying the good, live music only 10 feet of stone away. I opened my eyes when the music stopped abruptly. That never happens.
So, I hopped out of bed, threw on some sandals, and walked out of my quarters, just in time to hear the place to go crazy again. But this time, it wasn't a loud band and its adoring fans. It was fear. Screams of terror and of pain. I turned the corner right into the arms of two screaming little girls. They screamed even louder but looked up to my face and jumped quickly behind me, using me as cover.
Then I looked up to see what these two girls were running from, to stair right into the eyes of two vampires. I'd seen many of their kind before, they weren't much to beat if you had the right tools, but I must have left all my wood in my other pants.
There I was, standing there, in a pair of thin martial arts pants, a pair of flip-flop sandals, and no shirt, staring down a pair of snarling vampires. Almost too easy.
I slowly slipped off my sandals, so I could get better footing, wooden floor was perfect for bare footwork. After they were off the vampires got tired of waiting and charged, but I was still calm, these two would be no trouble.
First thing I did was yank off my necklace, "Catch!" and tossed it across the hall toward the both of them. It hit the one on the right, full in the face, and he stopped and started slapping his face as though it were on fire. The second one just kept coming, but got a heel to the knee and a palm to the face. He backed off a little bit, to make room for the other one to attack, flailing out with his fist, a haymaker. It was easy to duck, when I came back up my foot came up too, strait to his chin, which made him fly so high in the air he almost hit his head on the ten foot ceiling.
Something about superhuman speed that puts the superhuman at a disadvantage from pure skill and natural speed is, in the instance of the vampire, he hasn't had it his whole life. In most cases the vampire hasn't even had it for a year, and he's not used to it. I am.
The other vampire finally caught his footing, just to lose it again as he caught a spin kick to the side of the head, sending him sidelong, tripping over his friend.
At that point, they both looked helpless, tripping over each other on the ground, trying to get up, and get away. But that wasn't happening today. I reached down and picked up my necklace and shoved the cross portion into one of the vampires' mouth, while kicking the other in the face, sending him tumbling headlong.
It's amazing how quickly a vampire can die by just having a cross in his mouth. After he dusted I stood up and started walking toward the other.