"Yeah, I really wish there was a mirror here. Something tells me my goth fan-girls would love to see this one." Ben was examining himself in his new form, looking at the broad and rigid biceps of his right arm, which combined with the pale color of his skin, indicated that his transformation was a type of vampire, exactly what that trio of witches were, or seemed to be, and exactly how Ben felt.

In addition to a feeling of dry throat, like if he hadn't drunk anything in decades, he noticed an absurd improvement in his senses.

Vision and hearing as keen as an Arachnachimp, and a sense of smell as keen and effective as a Vulpimancer, who also had excellent hearing.

"If this really is some kind of vampire, my 'Halloween Squad' just got a new soldier. Hopefully he and Whampire get along." Ben imagined a funny situation in which his Alien Monsters were welcoming a "new member to join the club" or something like that, and he and Whampire were rivals in a hypothetical dispute over who would deserve to occupy the position of the team's vampire.

Ben would have to worry about naming his new form later, because his senses told him he wasn't alone.

"I can't believe this! Who is this bastard... and what the FUCK is this DAMN WATCH?!" Heisenberg was truly impressed, not to say scared. He seemed to have understood what that boy meant by "a man with many surprises" and "a good magician never reveals his tricks", but he had no idea that such words should be taken so seriously. Not like that.

The boy had a watch on his wrist that gave him the ability to transform into… monsters? Freaks?

"Great, that winged bitch isn't the only one with transformations here. Just wait until she..." Heisenberg still kept his eyes on the new form that the boy had assumed, and was surprised when he looked exactly in his direction. He was founded.

"Someone was following me? How did I not notice before?!" Ben only realized he was being followed when he smelled someone spying on him, hidden among the bushes.

As he looked in the direction the smell was coming from, his exceptional vision allowed him to see a figure hidden under the shadow of a tree, who appeared to be wearing a hat. At this, Ben could only think of one alternative who was following him.

-Hey, Dr. Frankenstein! I know you are there. Come here, how about we talk a little, huh?! Ben was no longer worried about pretending to be a lost innocent outsider, his call sounded like a summons. His voice sounded similar to his counterpart from the future, but a little deeper, as did his face, but without the mustache and goatee.

"He turned into exactly what those crazy witches are. It's obvious that he would find me at any moment. But, not that it matters, I'm already used to dealing with those three." Heisenberg devised a strategy that consisted not only of obtaining information, while going to meet those who had called him, walking not too hurriedly, appearing calm in the midst of that situation. When they were both at a distance where they could see each other clearly, a brief, tense silence took place. Heisenberg wanted to get a good look at what was in front of him. A specimen identical to Alcina's daughters, if it weren't for him being a male individual of their supposed species. His attire consisted of a type of tight-fitting pants made of thick fabric, but the placement could not be clearly distinguished as there was no adequate lighting, but it was predominantly black, as were the gloves and boots.

His torso was almost naked, only a type of shoulder pad covered his left arm from the shoulder to the elbow. And on that shoulder pad that was the same color as the other clothes, there was something bright green that matched the color of the irises of the eyes of what Ben had taken the form of. Ben's brown hair was kept, but the hairstyle was a spiky pompadour. And the icing on the cake was a green 10 tattooed on his forehead. However, these were details that could not be clearly noticed due to low lighting. Other than the sunlight that filtered through the tree leaves, the only source of light was from the Omnitrix on Ben's shoulder. They were at a distance of 4.50m, looking at each other, until one of them decided to put an end to that silence.

-Jesus… motherfucking… Christ! I have to admit I'm very impressed. When you said you're a magician, I didn't think you were serious. The circus that abandoned you lost a huge gold mine. Heisenberg was scrutinizing in his new form, and being sincere about what he had just seen, masking his surprise with sarcasm. He was almost certain that this wasn't magic.

-I never said I was a magician. Besides not being very good in metaphors, you're a damn suck-up. Ben teased, emphasizing what he told Heisenberg last afternoon. They kept their gazes on each other as they slowly walked in a circle, keeping their distance. Ben's experience was that this not-so-unexpected encounter would eventually result in something he had been missing for a week: fight.

-Simmer down, brat. You're too far from home to come to other people's land and think you can do whatever you want, like meddling in matters that don't concern you. Yeah, I know you were following me last night. That thing on your shoulder gave you away. Heisenberg said, before smoking his cigar. It was obvious that he knew that there was no way a flash of green light would appear and disappear out of nowhere for no reason. And his doubts were clarified when he saw Ben transform.

"I just don't know how he followed me to the cave without me noticing, or what he transformed into to do that. That's what I'll find out soon." Heisenberg was really interested in that watch after what he just saw. What it was, who made it, where, when, why and how it transformed Ben into whatever it was.

-If the matter was me, it certainly concerns me. By the way, what a beautiful family you have, huh? A giant vampire, a possessed doll, a poorly made version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame and that... sinister bird woman you and others call mother. And what are you in the middle of all this? Ben described Heisenberg's family according to his perspective on each of them, in a mocking tone, just to make Heisenberg more excited.

- I'm glad you asked. It may not seem like it, but... Heisenberg paused before stopping and putting his cigar in one of his pockets, coming face to face with Ben, but still keeping the same distance between them, before continuing.

- I am the infamous rebellious son... and the worst of them. Heisenberg said, a menacing smile on his face as he adjusted his sunglasses, looking at his target who was in the exact position he wanted.

- And what makes you boast such a privilege? Ben asked, expecting anything to come from the man in front of him.

- Something like... This. It was the last thing Heisenberg said, before extending his left hand towards Ben, so that nothing would come from it as he was expecting, but he was not in his Opticoid form, EyeGuy, and with his multiple eyes on his back see what was coming after him. Something hit the back of Ben's head violently hard, and it was definitely something metallic, making him stagger forward with clumsy steps.

The metallic object pressed Ben for a few seconds, until he instinctively dematerialized his body into a swarm of flies, causing the object to pass freely through the swarm and end up in the hand of the person to whom the object belonged.

Heisenberg left his hammer against a tree before going to Ben, so that he could surprise him when a possible fight between them would happen, which indeed was the case. Ben materialized his body again to see Heisenberg with his large hammer in his hand, surprised to discover what Heisenberg's "trick up his sleeve" was.

-Haha, did you like my trick, brat? Maybe no one warned you that I have an… electromagnetic personality. Heisenberg loved Ben's surprise on his face. He had to admit that this was a great prank.

"Great. A mix of Lodestar and, I don't know, Buzzshock? No, he's exactly like Frankenstrike." Ben associated Heisenberg and how he was known by the villagers with one of his transformations, ruling out the possibility of him being a "Biot-SavartianNosedeenian".

-Not bad. I was already wanting to do a "test drive" with this one. Ben said, with a cocky smile on his face, revealing his sharp fangs. His new form could move at supersonic speeds, not as fast as a Citrakayah, obviously. It couldn't run together, much less outrun a ballistic missile like Fastrack had done before, but it was still fast. Heisenberg understood that Ben was experiencing powers in this way for the first time. Dealing with him would be like dealing with one of the sisters, or all three of them together.

-Come! Heisenberg taunted him, arms wide open with one hand still holding his hammer. Ben shot towards him in the blink of an eye in an attempt to grab him, as hitting him without knowing how far his strength extended was out of the question at least at that moment. Before he could do either, or both…

-HA! Heisenberg surprised him with a high-voltage electrical discharge, paralyzing him in place for a few seconds, electrocuting him, and causing him to grunt in pain and be thrown back due to the effect of the shock. He fell to the ground on all fours in a starting position, still a little dazed from the shock. Heisenberg created an electromagnetic field around himself that worked like a mosquito zapper, but with much more intensity.

At some point, Heisenberg and Alcina's daughters crossed paths, and he developed this defense mechanism that already saved him from being ambushed by them, who were electrocuted just like what happened to Ben. Heisenberg could never be considered the most dangerous of the Lords if he were more of an easy prey for Alcina's daughters. He kept this field around him for as long as necessary while he walked through the forest, where the three of them used to hunt, whether day or night.

Ben was already on his feet and ready to attack again. Electricity wasn't a fatal vulnerability in that way, but it was still quite annoying.

- Apparently you were plugged in all night, huh? Ben asked, smiling arrogantly and well enough to make a joke about it.

- Heh, I usually leave my victims "in shock". Now listen here, brat, if you're some kind of super-agent or spy or whatever, I have exactly what you want. We could do an exchange, you tell me about yourself, your mission, and your "magic watch", and I'll tell you about everything that's going on here. I guarantee you it's much more than you think you know. Heisenberg said, gesturing marks with the fingers of his free hand, in a serious tone.

-Oh, Come on?! It didn't even come close to hurting, and I'm starting to warm up! Ben was really excited and didn't want the fun to end the minute it started. He understood Heisenberg's play and the first and only thing that came to his mind was to look for an opening where he could attack.

He dematerialized his body into a swarm of flies again and flew at the Lord as fast as before. He thought of ways to land a blow as he circled Heisenberg, emitting a loud, irritating buzzing sound to make the eardrums beg for silence.

-And why do you think I should or want to say something to the "mama's rebellious boy"? Ben could still speak even though his body was in such a condition where vocal cords seemed to not exist.

On the other hand, Heisenberg was completely calm. His defense mechanism was not just for defense.

- Because you lack two things: ways to beat me... Heisenberg said, as he raised his hammer high and skillfully spun it with his hands.

"In this form." He said in his mind what he didn't want to say out loud, assuming that Ben had more "tricks up his sleeve" and how that could make things difficult. A big mouth backfires.

-AND CHOICE! Heisenberg brought his hammer down violently against the ground, generating an electric shockwave, covering an area of about twenty meters. It wasn't enough to cause a blackout, since they were in a forest, but it triggered an electrical discharge much more intense than Ben had experienced before, causing the swarm of flies that made up his body to scatter and disappear. Small sparks could be seen around the body of Heisenberg, who rested his hammer on one of his shoulders, and stuck his free hand in one of his coat pockets.

A fly appeared flying, then two, three, ten, thirty, a swarm of them formed a tall humanoid being.

Ben seemed to be convinced that listening to what Heisenberg had to say would be a good idea and better than wasting time trying to attack each other.

If the electromagnetic field and electric shockwaves prevented and repelled Ben and his attacks, electricity only stunned him for a few seconds, not enough to cause severe damage. One couldn't attack, and the other's attacks had no effect.

-Oh man! You really are something, I have to admit. Ben said, smiling, with one of his hands scratching the back of his neck, as if it had all been just a joke, although he was being sincere. One of his transformations was endowed with the same ability that the man wielding the hammer had. He could and even wanted to use other transformations, but that would certainly cause serious problems for both of them.

-Told you. If I got a little more excited, we would end up attracting unwanted attention. The only thing that stopped me from ending you. Heisenberg said, with a cocky smile on his face, before touching his cigar to the handle of his hammer and lighting it with a spark so he could smoke it.

-Do you think you're badass just because you managed to tie up with me? I'm not a magician, but there's no shortage of surprises here. Want to know how many there are? Ben was ready for a second round and surprise Heisenberg with another one of his "tricks".

-As I said before, both of us have information to expose here. Since you're the one who arrived here out of nowhere... you might as well be the first, huh? Heisenberg had not let his guard down at any point and kept his highly charged invisible electromagnetic field around himself. Some sparks that appeared throughout his body revealed this.

Ben did not return to his human form as a precaution, and decided to follow the suggestion of the man in front of him.

- Ok. Ben nodded coldly, knowing the need to invent a false story about himself and Azmuth's legacy on his wrist. Maybe he should have done this while he was still at Luiza's house.

Heisenberg just smirked, eager to hear what would be said to him, thinking to himself:

"He might be more than my one-way ticket out of here."

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Meanwhile this

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-Did you hear that? Bela asked, looking in the direction where she heard a strange sound coming from the forest.

- It looks like Uncle man-thing is having fun squashing someone's head. Cassandra said, recognizing that sound she had no fond memories of.

- In the morning? At least he's having fun. Daniela said, a tone of laziness was noticeable in her voice.

The three were walking near the statue in the center of the village. Their hoods were not covering their heads, which meant so much to them, and to some there, that they were not hunting. Wherever they went, the sisters attracted some looks of surprise, others of fear, and the most daring, lustful looks.

They made sure to clean their pale faces well so that no trace of blood could be seen. Only a black lipstick colored each one's lips.

-Dani, go look for the boy-thing. Cassandra and I are going to look for the one who will replace the cleaner, whose blood is in our Mother's cup. Bela said, being less specific about what happens to those who make mistakes at Casa Dimitrescu.

- Let's see how long the new girl will last. Cassandra said indifferently. She didn't care about the new girl, she really wanted to go after the boy thing instead of her younger sister.

- How competent she is, just like has been with the others. Let's go. Bela said, before turning and heading in a different direction, with her brunette sister following her.

Daniela watched her sisters walk until they passed through an open gate that led to an alley, crossed a corner and were no longer seen. Daniela was standing there, looking around and sniffing the air, expecting to find the same smell of blood that she had smelled last night. Unsuccessful, she decided to walk while trying to detect her "prey" by smell, which could take longer than she would like.

"Maybe I should ask someone." She thought to herself. Bela and Cassandra also considered asking someone where the new maid lived. Daniela didn't have as many problems interacting with the villagers when necessary, as she did when she went hunting alone. On the other hand, Bela and Cassandra were averse to the idea of interacting socially with humans, whether with villagers or maids, they were all like cattle in a large corral.

The only thing that differentiated human beings from farmed animals to the eyes of Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters was the fact that they wore clothes, knew how to speak and lived in houses, and therefore, for them, social and non-hostile interaction with humans was only when it was necessary and if they were in a good mood for it.

As they continued on their way, curious looks from the villagers and peasant women pursued them. Some even avoided looking directly at the two sisters, either out of reverence or fear.

"I can't wait to get back to my room. Special task… on Saturday…" Bela wasn't very happy about being taken out of her comfort zone. She wasn't lazy, she just liked to enjoy the seventh day of the week to rest and do other things she liked.

"I'm still going to clean up this damn village until there's no one left. There's no shortage of prey here." The smell of the blood of the villagers and peasant women reached Cassandra's nostrils in such a way that it made her feel hunger and thirst for human flesh and blood. She didn't even make a point of hiding it while she looked at her potential prey with a smirk on her face, who were mostly men. They interpreted the look that the Countess's middle daughter gave them differently, which was understandable considering how beautiful the sisters were. Only the most skeptical and least innocent knew what that damn look meant, and they were the ones who avoided making eye contact with them.

Meanwhile this, in the castle…

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-Good Morning, Mother Miranda, I may have discovered information about the boy that could be useful to you. Alcina waited for her daughters to leave so she could make an important call. She was in her room, sitting in front of a dressing table with a mirror, decorated with vines and golden flowers made of metallic material. She looked at her reflection in the mirror while touching up her red lipstick, holding a vintage phone.

- Have your daughters brought him to you yet? I hope my order to keep you unharmed was clear. Miranda's plans with the boy required that his physical integrity be intact, and she had to emphasize this once again.

- They haven't brought him yet. However, according to them, there was an incident in the forest last night that we believe had something to do with it. Alcina said what certainly made the woman on the other end of the line curious.

- Tell me. Miranda listened attentively to everything her so-called daughter was telling her over the phone, with almost the same words that came out of her daughters' mouths, without forgetting a single detail. The part where the boy was instantly replaced by a freak was what caught Miranda's attention the most. Among all the possible alternatives, which weren't many, one seemed to make the most sense, however unlikely it was: transformation.

How? It was not yet possible to say, and this required further investigation.

Miranda was thinking of every possible theory that could explain how the boy supposedly turned into, according to reports, a freak. A brief silence, Alcina called for her so-called mother, waiting for an answer.

-I think I know what this is about. Miranda said, almost convinced that her hypothesis was right, and obviously, she wanted answers as soon as possible.

- And what would it be, Mother? Alcina asked curiously, only to be scolded by Miranda.

- This doesn't concern you, Alcina. Just make sure the boy is in your custody until I call back. Understood? Miranda ordered sternly, waiting for her said daughter's affirmation of understanding.

- Yes, Mother Miranda. Alcina responded humbly, following the order given to her. An audible thump indicated that the call had been ended, making Alcina put the phone back down, displeased at having been reprimanded in such a way as that.

"She said I'm the favorite, that I'm the special one, but she still treats me like another one of those idiots. Why? Why?!" Not being treated as she thought she should was one of Alcina's biggest frustrations. She avoided thinking about it for a long time and resorted to consuming fresh blood as a way to relieve her frustration.

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Somewhere around there.

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On the other hand, this whole situation aroused Miranda's curiosity about the mysterious outsider and his supposed ability to transform, and whether such an assumption was true or not, was what she eagerly intended to find out as she thought to herself:

"Well, well… It seems that the newcomer has his tricks too. I can't wait to meet you again, Mr. Tennyson."

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