When Francis opened his eyes next, he was in a whole new world–Literally. His every sense flared, ears picking up on the faintest of sounds, things he was picking up on before he even gained consciousness.
Be it car engines, the cocaphony of voices that overlapped each other like a bundle of ants crawling upon one another. He could hear the shifting in the wind, the subtle change in the clouds.
But the one thing that troubled him the most was the specific honing on the erratic shuffles of heart beats that rushed his ears. The blood that flowed in the veins of the bodies of these very hearts operated.
He could hear it all.
And now that his eyes were open, it was like everything was electrified. Tiny particles he didn't even know the name for appeared in his vision. He could zoom in on it like his eyeballs were high tech cameras.
His focus was insane. From dust mites on the brick alleyway walls he stood in between, to even the humidity that formed on their surfaces. Francis was positive nothing was greater than his eyes–Let alone all of his senses combined.
Reigning himself back in, Francis stared at the busy streets of Japan's nightlife with unrestrained awe. His mouth hung open, fearlessly revealing the long, thin and sharp one and a half inch canines that hung fiercely out of his mouth.
His enrichened melanated skin seemed fuller, thicker and more vibrant with both power… And life.
His once auburn eyes now radiated a deep, powerful blood-red glower that thrummed with undeniable pride, confidence, and power. With vertical black slits that sat in the midst of his blood-gem eyes, Francis absorbed everything.
"...Ho–ly shit." He stepped out of the darkness and out onto the bright night streets of Musutafu, Japan. People brushed past his shoulder, immediately apologizing right after.
Francis didn't mind though, he was too busy taking in the sights. He stalked the streets, blinding in perfectly with the crowds. He licked his lips, the scent of human blood and the pounding hearts doing a number on his new found appetite.
"Woah, that has to be the mall that the students went to after the USJ incident. It's so much bigger than I expected!" Francis murmured to himself, rubbing his chin in awe as he paused in the middle of the sidewalk.
"Well, now what…" He muttered again, looking around. The people funneled around him as if he were simply just a road block.
The world around him was completely foreign, one that was nothing but an imaginative work of art. Yet, now that he is here it's like all the excitement has overwhelmed him to the point of stillness.
Well, first things first I suppose. My throat burns, is that a sign of me being hungry? He mused, picking up his pace once again, walking with a slow pace as he was no longer bound to the regular taverns of time.
Now that I'm here, there's a whole bunch I could be doing or doing… Hm, I've always wanted to rule an underground empire. Now that I can sire vampires, I should attempt my wildest dreams. He grinned outwardly, his pearly white teeth and supernaturally enhanced appearance drew forth more attention than he intended.
"--Oh my god,"
"--Whoa did you see his teeth?! He is so fine!"
He kept his stride even but he couldn't deny the ego boost when one came. He flashed the passing girls a smile and kept it pushing. "A good item to start with when roaming about without any solid plans, is dinner." His next step was normal, and then within the next, he vanished into thin air.
When he reappeared, he was three stories high, standing upon a roof of an unsuspecting department store. He was clad in an all black outfit–His t-shirt, basic, made of pure cotton and clung to his fit and divine crafted physique.
His pants danced in the midnight breeze, a comfortable, looser and nicer fitting material it reminded him of slacks. He didn't complain, he felt comfortable and able-bodied, especially in his nice all black, chocolate prada loafers.
Francis focused his ears, aiming for a specific sound–Well, here goes nothing… A new nature to explore and awesome supernatural powers that come with it. Now, lets find some useless lowlives to fuck around with.
He closed his eyes for but a second, the world around him slowing to a crawl until everything was completely still. Francis then opened them, his blood red eyes contrasting seamlessly with the midnight moon high above him.
He grinned mysteriously, and then a moment later his feet lifted off the concrete ceiling and he took to the skies. Time resumed when he vanished, the people of downtown Musutafu having not a single clue of what had just happened.
Francis laughed joyfully while a weight he didn't know slowly slid off his chest. Allowing him a sense of freedom he had never felt before as he soared through the midnight skies like a rocket. He easily cleared a couple dozen streets before landing somewhere in Shibuya.
The streets were darker where he hovered, the architecture more compact, more reminiscent of a modern day labyrinth than an actual city. Francis' feet touched the ground with a soft click.
"...I swear I heard crime sounds over here…" His words didn't fall on deaf ears. His ears immediately picked up on the sounds of soft thudding and hard, rapid breaths.
Francis narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he approached the suspected corner. He didn't bother with stealth, he was already supernatural stealthy. He had no heart beat, he held no presence. He was, in fact, living death.
The scene that laid before him only caused his blood to run cold. A man straddled a woman, beating her senseless. The woman was way past defending herself, between the guzzling cuts and giant welts that were already forming on her blackening face…
Francis could hear her heart beat slowing.
He took a deep breath, and there's the cold water. He approached, snarling smelling the blood, and flinching when catching the thickening scent of alchohol waft off the breath of the lucid criminal.
"Haaah~ Haaaah!" The man heaved heavily, the cruel, bloody hammer strikes delivered by his steel covered knuckles coming slower and slower, until–
Francis appeared behind the man, catching his arm with a single, powerful grip. The man wasn't even aware he had been stopped, still trying to budge only to come up against an immovable force.
"He-Haah?!" He growled angrily, slurring as his eyes practically wobbled around in his head. "Oh~ Another pretty f-face! F-FUCK EM!! S-Smash them a-a-all to b-b-its!" The disgruntled man slurred. Francis' lip twitched in disgust.
A vile feeling of repulsion spiking within him like a lightning bolt. Before he could even catch himself his free hand struck the man in the chest. A sickening crack eliciting like a whip.
"Disgusting bastard." Francis quipped, his eyes cold as the man grasped for breath. Quiet thumping played in the atmosphere. The criminal's eyes went wide looking at Francis.
"T-Th–Blergh! M-My heart!" His hands shook as they reached for his chest, cradling the darkened hole that tore straight to the cavity his heart rested within.
Franci brought the bloody organ to his mouth, letting the blood drain onto his tongue–Staining his chin and lips in the process. His eyes thrummed with acknowledgement as did his every cell jump with happiness feeling the refreshment of human blood for the first time.
But still, there was a certain quality he felt that was lacking… Distasteful within the mans blood. No doubt the alchohol. Either that or his sins. He stuck his tongue out gaggingly. Tossing the heart aside, he swung the dying man towards the wall and reacted little when his arm tore from the force and his corpse crinkled against concrete.
A sickening crack from the mans skull colliding with the stone sent a shiver down Francis' spine. But his eyes never left the face of the girl who teetered on death.
"...I guess one bad deed has to be covered up by a good one. There could be a worse way to spend my first moments within this world." He sighed, shaking his head. He kneeled next to the unfortunate young woman, from just looking at her Francis could infer she was most definitely in her early twenties.
Sporting long, fluffed light dirty blonde hair that had been sloshed with her own blood. Her skin was a soft, white pink. Something he could tell from her exposed arms.
He scooped her head up and tore his wrist. "The blood of The Vampire heals the wounds of mortals… Or something like that. TV always portrayed it as some sort of healing elixir so, let's hope for the best…" He mumbled to himself.
In the background, the body he had embedded into the wall had fallen to the floor like a rock in water. Francis swiftly ignored it.
His blood touched her lips before it finally hit her tongue. When enough had piled up the girl quickly and hungrily gulped. Francis pulled his wrist back and let the wound heal in a blink of an eye.
"I wonder how long this takes…" He mused, deciding to wait with the young woman. It wasn't long until his blood took effect and the girl began to nearly morph before his eyes.
"Oh~ Shit…" He muttered, watching her face visibly depuff and even out. The bruising and cuts healed at a visible rate and Francis heard her heart boast more and more power. He laid her head back down, her eyes twitching.
Stepping back, Francis finally took in her entire presence and paused. Soft, white skin… Freckles on her face. It certainly looked like her. "...Yo, is this fucking Toga?" He rubbed his chin, humming before shrugging.
"Interesting…" For my grand plan of being a truly self centered being ruling the underground from the shadows, having a wench in the league of shadows wouldn't be bad. What a stroke of luck. He rubbed the back of his head, still feeling a little suspicious. She normally wore school girl uniforms. Now that this is my real life it's unfair to stick to fantasy logic, hmm.
The girl's eyes fluttered for a second time. She would wake up any time soon. Francis closed his eyes and focused his senses on his surrounding area. It was already late, so there weren't many people out.
Still, he counted at least a dozen close to their area.
He figured it best to wait for her to wake up. Secure a potential piece in his plans while also playing to his own desires as well. He leaned against the alley wall and waited patiently.