Vladimir Masters, Billionaire Vampire Chapter 1

The cold white snow covered the ground. Everywhere a blanket of snow covered every car and roof top. There was not a soul on any sidewalk or any alleyway. The cold air could have been freezing that night, but that didn't stop Death from reaping souls that night.

Vlad groaned. It was like he had come back from the dead. Noticing his surroundings, he saw that he had been lying on a heap of trash in an alley. His face contorted in disgust when he sniffed the rancid air.

Suddenly, Vlad noticed that his neck was sticky and wet. Also, observing that his shirt and tie were undone revealing his defined chest (pretty fly for an old guy). He touched the area with his fingertips. Bringing the fingertips in his sight, he saw that it was a red substance that reminded him of...blood..

Vlad transformed into Plasmius. He flew into the night sky. During the flight, he felt woozy and sick. This had never happened. In the air, he felt like a God. He felt as if he ruled the earth and everyone in it. But, tonight, he lacked power, and Vlad Masters was nothing but power. And, he knew it.

Arriving at his mansion in uptown Amity Park, Vladimir phased into his lab. He was panting. That flight must have taken more out of his than he thought. Cold sweat streamed down his blue forehead and onto his brow.

He sat in his lab chair made out of the best black leather in the United States. He eventually turned back into "human" Vlad. He fanned himself with his hand asking why is it so hot. He took off his soiled Armani jacket and threw it away from him.

Now, he would test his theory. He ran blood test and did various relevant research with ancient books. At the end of all his researching and testing, he came to a conclusion. He had been bitten by a vampire. A blood sucking, deadly vampire. Vlad had knew their lore but never encountered one. He knew also knew that they existed. From his journeys and findings, they were definitely not a work of fiction. He just hoped to never actually run into one.

He sighed. Rubbing his temples, he felt a headache approaching. He now knew why he felt so sick and drained. He was dying.

Vlad sat back in his chair and breathed out. He prayed to any God that his ghost core would protect him from the venom that the creature pumped into him.

In the meantime, he was filthy. Blood and pink plasma caked his white dress shirt. He got up and searched for his first aid kit. His steps felt wobbly and clumsy. He decided to take a quick hot shower. He could barely stand but at least he felt clean. He sat on the bench of the large lab bathroom. He noticed that the bleeding had definitely stopped. He looked in the mirror of his lab, he saw that the marks were already closing. Maybe he wouldn't die after all.

Just then, he heard his phone ring. He left the bathroom and found it on his desk. He answered. "Masters' speaking." He said. He ran his hand through his silver hair waiting for a response.

"Is it a good time to come over?" It was Danny.