THE VAMPIRE DOCTOR.

Bullets and rockets flew by, hitting many buildings, and dragging many soldiers down. Some to death. Others? Near to death. Medical soldiers and volunteers ran, pulling as many soldiers as they could, administering first aid treatments. “Sylvia?!” A female medical volunteer screamed to a medical soldier, gesturing to an unconscious soldier, “here, to the underground theater,” “Ok— Then like a flash of lightning, a rocket landed on the hidden corner where the medical volunteer was hiding, followed by incessant gunshots. “Octavia!” Sylvia screamed, about to rush to the fallen building, when another rocket flew by, destroying the building, bit by bit. Leaving no stone on the other. Burying Octavia deeply beneath Its foundation. Its force, throwing Sylvia to the ground. “Octavia!” She screamed again, tears streaming down her cheeks, “May her soul rest in peace,” “May her efforts not be in vain,” Many soldiers and medical volunteers muttered amidst tears. They all quickly withdrew from the affected corner, running to safety, as their jackets slacked off their bodies, “Sylvia?” A voice called. Sylvia turned abruptly, and then covered her mouth with her palms, to shield her lips from screaming. There she stood. Octavia, beating dust and tiny crumbs of bricks off her jacket, dress, and hair. “Octavia!..you— “You silly thing, I'm fine,” she replied, a coy smile on the corner of her lips. Not affected. Not even a scratch, except for the dust and tiny crumbs of bricks on her entire body, “let's leave here, it's— “You were buried under those…those .… bricks…you were ..shot.. Just as she was still stuttering, a bullet. No, bullets, flew out towards her. Octavia quickly ran to her, hugging her tightly, as the bullets found its home into her back. “Octavia..? Sylvia mumbled, watching as Octavia’s eyes went shut. Body quickly running cold…and dead. Suddenly, they flew open. **Flashback** “Run away, Tesla….far away with Octavia. I know they'll come for me, at least, let me save my family. Honey, please.. Malone pleaded with his wife who was hellbent on fleeing with him, “I can't, I just can't.. what will that make me? don't you dare tell me to run away with our child, except you're going with us. Never!. Then she walked away from him, crying profusely as she headed to the staircase. Malone stood still, unshed tears, stinging his eyes. Then came that chilling sound, and the strong body odor of a high frequency, close by. Vampires scent. He quickly turned the lights on, running to get a rod. Before he could place his hand on the rod, the window came with shattering sounds. A young man flew in with an intense speed, intending to throw his fist on Malone. But he dodged it swiftly. “Hi Malone,” he said. Their veins were beginning to appear visible on their faces and neck, eyes turning dark and red. Then came their fingers, turning into claws as they swiftly launched an attack on themselves.. They fought with intense anger, the young man having the upper hand as he launched his anger on Malone. He tugged his grip on Malone's neck, lifting off his feet, as he was almost choked to death. Foot steps came into the sitting room. It was a loud one, and as Malone struggled to open his eyes, his soul left his body, realizing who owned those steps. “Drake..? He mumbled, almost inaudibly. Octavia's high pitched cry drew every of their attention to the room upstairs, “No..no..Drake.. let's settle this..” Malone begged. Drake shot him a glare as he walked up to the staircase, “Drake!!” Malone screamed, landing his knee on the young man's nose, causing him to free his grip on his neck. Then he rushed upstairs after Drake. There Drake stood stunned in disbelief, watching the empty cradle, and a small recorder that had Octavia's voice in it. Crying. His blood boiled up in anger, his fangs, sprouting up intensively. “Drake..you— Then Malone paused. Taking a sigh of relief beholding the empty cradle and recorder. Before he could say anything, Drake buried his fangs deeply into the veins on the right corner of his neck. **17 years later** “You're a vampire, called to save humanity. You're not cursed, Octavia,” “Really? Called to save humanity?” Octavia mocked. “Yes my baby girl,” Tesla said cooly, about to pat Octavia who laid on the floor, when she flung her mom's hand away, “Mom!, to save humanity, same humans who sent out kinds into extinction decades ago? That's the same humans I'm cursed to save? Is that the reason you spent 17 years of my life, teaching me the human anatomy?” “Humans aren't as bad as you think, Octavia. Our greed brought this up on us. And your father was killed by same kind of ours cos he wanted to blend with the humans. He wanted to help them. Because he so much wanted to be one!” Octavia, this time was boiling in anger, “save me that crap, mom,” Then she stood up to her height and immediately, dashed out of the house, banging the hard against her mom. “Don't forget to take your suppressant, and come back before the sunsets,” Tesla said, loud enough to Octavia's hearing. “Whatever,” she mumbled, sliding her hand into her left breast pocket for her suppressant. She took a capsule, then threw the container back into her breast pocket as she walked deep into the woods. Minutes into walking, she suddenly became restless. And guilty of raising her voice against her mom. “She shouldn't be angry, I got my temper from her,” then she started walking back home. But from afar, she could see thick smokes, coming from the roof of their home. She rushed to the spot, but she met two masked men walking towards her. She engaged them in a furious fight. Exchanging fists, but she beat them to it, throwing their lifeless bodies into the fire. Everything. Not even a pin survived the fire. “Mom?” She mumbled before she passed out. “Save humanity,” she heard her mom's voice say. **End of flashback** “Octavia?” “Octavia?” Sylvia called out like she had seen a ghost.”are you ok? ….Maybe you've an i…nternal ….bleeding, let me check you out, Octavia,” Sylvia said in tears, patting Octavia's hair. But Octavia smiled, “I'm good, I won't just leave that way,,” then she swept Sylvia off her feet. Just then, the stench of blood from the bruises on Sylvia’s face, hit her hard. Her vision was almost blurry, her fangs shot out from her gum, veins suddenly becoming visible on her face and neck as her eyes were bloodshot and dark. L ike she was under a spell, she leaned down on Sylvia's neck to bury her fangs. She'd forget to take her suppressant.