[6] You've got to run. Someone is going to find the body, and if you're still standing here, it's curtains for you. Your panic overwhelms you, and instead of settling into a steady jog, you run as hard as you can in no particular direction, and find yourself moving almost painfully fast. The air is whipping by with incredible speed, and anything not directly in front of you has been blurred into a vague smear of color. You begin to wonder how this is even possible before slamming into the side of a small shop right across from where the alley meets a real street.
[3] Well, that was unpleasant. And loud. There's no way you haven't attracted someone's attention. You had better hide. You spy a dilapidated church a few buildings off. It has some sort of notice pinned to the door, and as you approach closer, you notice that the door is half torn from its hinges. Perfect. You attempt to force your way inside, only to feel your insides wrench about horribly as your skin begins to burn. You fall to your knees, and the feeling slowly fades. Something is very wrong here, but you don't have time to think about that. You still need to hide. At the end of the street, you spy a hovel in similar condition. On the door, a notice declares that the building has been condemned for "A Most Unusual and Irreparable Surplus of Rattes, Moldes, and other Creatures constituting evidense of an advanced State of Decay". It'll have to do.
[6] You consider going back for the body and hiding it or stealing some clothing, but if there was anyone around, you've inevitably attracted their attention already. Better to lie low. Looking back on your condition, you find your previous conclusion has only been reaffirmed. Vampirism is simply the only thing that fits. You have heard stories of vampires exhibiting strange, transformative powers- reshaping themselves into bats or clouds of mist to escape from their enemies. Perhaps you can do such a thing as well. You focus deeply, concentrating on the form of a bat... small little snub nose, fur everywhere, enormous wings, tiny little clawed feet, shar- and you feel something change. Opening your eyes, you look down, and find that you've been transformed into an enormous bat. Instinctually spreading your wings, you bump into the sides of the hovel. This form is not going to work especially well right now, and the hunger growing within you suggests that perhaps it should be used sparingly elsewhere. You release your focus and find yourself swiftly returning to a more conventional form.
?? the Fledgling Vampire
Age:0
Blood:50%
Talents: Shapeshifting 1
You consider leaving at the speed of light. You had no idea that light even had a speed. Does anyone know that light has a speed? It probably doesn't. The strange things your brain comes up with.. but as far as leaving goes, no, you can't do that. You've got a reasonable hiding spot, but if anyone called the guard in to investigate, it's only a matter of time before their patrols take them along this particular street as well.
[3] You try to recall the year, thinking that it may prove of importance at some point, but nothing comes up. The current monarch... again, nothing. Curious.
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