Chapter 1 Series Menu Chapter 3
Mizuki Chapter 2
by MagnusMagneto
Commissioned by MizukiNagano
1.) Shortly after Chapter 1
As Mizuki shut her apartment door behind her, it slammed with startling force. The young woman felt like she was teeming with energy and strength she never possessed before in her life. Her mind was aflutter with the events that had occurred a mere few moments ago. Did she really just suck a man’s blood? Why did the man’s burly muscles seem to physically waste away? How could drinking a couple pints blood make her feel so full and energetic? It made no sense considering she hadn’t eaten in well over 24 hours.
After collecting herself, she locked the door. While she had prevented a crime in progress, Mizuki worried what would happen to her recent meal. She was also concerned with if she could possibly end up getting caught for her actions. The last thing Mizuki needed was a police interrogation leading to a confession that she not only engaged in vigilantism, but was indeed some kind of vampire.
Mizuki slipped off her long-sleeved top, and was shocked to find a pair of visibly muscular forearms underneath the fabric. “What the…” she turned her wrist, watching the strands of muscle rise. “Whoa…” she walked into her bathroom to better examine herself. Peering into the mirror, Mizuki was greeted by the sight of a pair of pale, sharply toned arms emerging from her tank-top. Casually, she flexed them and her eyes grew wide at the sight of actual biceps rising up. “I’m… jacked?” she muttered, continuing to play with the muscles in her arms.
On a whim, she dropped down to the bathroom floor and got into a proper push up position. Mizuki had never been in particularly great shape before, and could barely perform a single proper push up before. After a moment of holding the position in contemplation, she started performing repetitions. To Mizuki’s shock, it was… easy! Really easy. She effortlessly cranked out nearly three dozen reps before beginning to feel a burn in her arms and chest. Eventually she approached the 51 mark before her arms gave out.
Mizuki stood back up with a massive grin on her face. “Holy shit. I really DID steal that guy’s strength.” she felt a pang of guilt for what happened, but quickly remembered that the muscle would be put to better use on her body instead of being abused to mug people.
Feeling especially energized, she performed a collection of other body weight exercises, finding them all far easier to perform than she ever imagined would be possible for her formerly thin body. After finishing up her workout, Mizuki still felt energized. Instinctively, she went to make herself a snack, but immediately remembered how revolting food tasted.
Unsure of what else to do, Mizuki simply took a moment to step back and think. She reflected on the events of the past few days and found herself with more questions than ever before. Who was the vampire man that gave her this… curse? Or was it a gift? Would she ever be able to withstand the sunlight again? If this vampire spread vampirism every time he feasted, wouldn’t the city be full of vampires? That’s when a shudder ran down her spine – had she given that mugger vampirism!? The last thing she wanted was for someone like him to have the ability to feast on people and steal their strength! That lead to another question: why hadn’t the first vampire man stolen her strength?
During this flurry of thought, something else occurred to Mizuki: she could think more deeply and clearly than ever before. It was as if just concentrating on these singular thoughts led her to a web of related thoughts. Was it possible that she had somehow stolen intelligence from her meal?
While Mizuki continued pondering whether or not she had acquired greater mental capabilities from the mugger, an absolutely surreal sensation overcame her: she had recollections of a memory that wasn’t her own. It was disorienting at first, but she quickly understood that it must have come from the thug. Mizuki concentrated on reliving the memory, eager to find out exactly what it entailed. With a small amount of guided meditation, she was able to essentially play it out her mind.
The memory featured the mugger from a few hours ago in a dingy room with two equally sketchy looking men. Mizuki could sense that the room had a nauseating scent of alcohol, body odor and possibly mold. In the center of the room lay a collection of drugs next to a stack of cash. The men were laughing, joking about how they ripped off some teenagers by taking their money for drugs and giving them nothing in return. Another chimed in about how he’s got a young couple so addicted to his goods that they’re practically slaves to him.
They continued to converse about other illicit activities. The man from which Mizuki was viewing things began to speak. He went on at length about how he had an undeniable urge to mug someone. Just to see the way they’d look at him and forfeit their belongings to protect themselves. The group laughed and encouraged him to go ahead with his desires. Mizuki noted that they kept referring to him as “Tony”.
That particular memory came to its end. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t access anymore of it. It seemed to Mizuki that accessing these memories was an almost random process. She was in disbelief that men such as those she saw in the memory existed. They were like stereotypes ripped from a comic book. As far as Mizuki could tell, these were not tragic beings forced to crime out of desperation. They seemed organized, and they seemed to revel in their misdeeds.
Mizuki shook her head in disgust. She no longer felt remorse for her actions, and instead truly felt like she had done the right thing. She vowed to herself that as long as scum like the men in the memory existed, she would never feed on an innocent life unless she had absolutely no alternative.
The rest of the evening passed by slowly. Mizuki was too afraid of any potential consequences for leaving the house and spent the rest of the evening on the internet browsing strange forums discussing vampires and other occult phenomena. She presumed that most of it would be incorrect nonsense, but anything that could help her understand the events of the past few nights would be greatly appreciated.
Eventually 5 AM came around and Mizuki began to feel tired again. She had work, but there would be no possible way she could actually go in since the sun seemed to instantly render he unconscious. She stayed up as late as she physically could, and around 6 AM she called into the office, explaining that she was direly ill and would be out for the entire week. Her supervisor was unamused and warned her that there might be consequences. Mizuki insisted that she had no other option, and the audible strain placed on her voice from forcing herself to remain awake made the delivery more authentic.
With work settled for now, Mizuki prepared to drift into slumber. Before she dozed off, she worried if she would ever be able to truly see the sun again. If she couldn’t, then she’d have to quit her job. If she quit her job, how would she pay her bills? She supposed she could find work at some overnight place or find another way to make money. Even if money was taken care of, how would she ever see her family again? As Mizuki continued to ponder the situation at hand her mind finally drifted off and she fell into a deep slumber.
2.) That evening
As Mizuki woke up, she felt a small hunger pang. This made her stomach churn as she detested the idea of going out and draining anymore blood. Then again, if she could find some criminals like the men in the memory she explored…
Mizuki entered the bathroom to wash up and looked in the mirror. She noticed that her muscles appeared slightly more impressive than the day before. She also felt extremely energetic, despite her developing hunger. Curious to see if her strength from yesterday had held up, she dropped to the floor and began performing push ups. Once again the motion was extremely easy for Mizuki’s lithe, powerful body. In fact, they seemed to be even easier than before! Before long she approached her limit from the day prior and even managed to surpass it by twelve repetitions, bringing her to a total of 63.
With a huge grin on her face, Mizuki stood up and examined herself in the mirror again. Looks like I stole some of his ability to build muscle too. Poor sap. She thought to herself, recalling herself recalling how she could never seem to make progress with fitness in the past. Just then, Mizuki’s phone began to ring. She swiftly made her way to the living room and answered it. Chloe was on the line and wanted to know when Mizuki was going to finally emerge from her apartment.
Mizuki wasn’t sure if she was ready to face the world just yet; her face was quite pale, and it would be tough to explain where her muscles came from so suddenly. Still, she couldn’t just fall off the face of the earth. Even if she got off of going to work this week, her friends, especially Chloe, would grow increasingly concerned. Mizuki agreed to go out for a night clubbing.
Part of her wanted to show off her new arms, but she decided to err on the side of caution and wear a long sleeved shirt. She met up with Chloe at the club who was as attractive as ever. Mizuki explained that she was still feeling quite sick as an excuse for her pale skin. She was careful to not open her mouth too often for fear of her fangs growing visible. Chloe seemed to buy it for the time being.
–
“Ooh shit Mizu, do you see who I see?” Chloe cooed.
Mizuki glanced around the room; her slightly sharpened senses allowed her to quickly spot out anything that would look familiar. Within a matter of moments she saw him. “Fuck.”
“Yup.”
Just then, the man who Mizuki was cursing about spotted the girls and made his way towards them. He was a behemoth of a human being – easily 6’5” in height with rippling muscles from head to toe. This man could have easily passed himself as an off season bodybuilder.
“Sup ladies.” the man greeted with an extremely punchable grin on his face.
“Nash.” Mizuki greeted, coldly.
“That’s my name.” he said with a fairly unintelligent expression. “I bet you miss me already Mizuki babe, huh?” he flexed his arms, causing a pair of unbelievably thick arms dangerously close to 20 inches in circumference to erupt at his command.
Mizuki bit her lip from a cocktail of emotion. “Nash, I don’t deal with cheaters. Besides we weren’t exactly… intellectually capable.”
“Oh don’t be like that sweet cheeks. Alpha men like me are required to take as many mates as possible.” Nash proceeded to lift his shirt, revealing an unfathomably thick and defined eight pack. Chloe couldn’t help but blush deeply while Mizuki averted her gaze slightly. “It’s in the best interest of the human race that my seed goes as far and wide as possible.”
Mizuki’s blood was boiling. She wanted nothing more than to sink her teeth into Nash’s thick neck and steal every last muscle on his stupid hunky body. “Jesus Christ Nash.” Mizuku sputtered. “I thought you were going to come here and give a half-hearted apology in an attempt to get into my pants. Not make me throw up in my mouth at how arrogant you are.” Despite her primal desires of both lust for Nash’s herculean form and hunger to steal his strength, she would sate neither. Stealing his muscles would be too easy. She desired a more complete victory over the man who made her feel like garbage for months of her life.
Nash let out a laugh. “You gonna really turn me away if I offer to rock your world yet again?”
“YES! I would and will turn you away! Just… fuck off already!” Mizuki was close to shouting.
Nash shrugged. “Whatevs. By the way, Chloe here is a way better lay. Except for the way you would look into my eyes Mizu right in the heat of things. Also, get some sun on your face, you look like shit.” and with that the muscled behemoth walked off.
Mizuki turned to Chloe. “WHAT?!”
Chloe’s already reddened was bright crimson. “Look, it was before you and him were ever a thing, ok?”
Mizuki let out a sigh.
Chloe chimed in “Also your face looks fine. Kind of rocking a goth-ish look.”
Mizuki sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”
–
Mizuki and Chloe enjoyed themselves for a few more hours. Mizuki tried having a few drinks, but found that the alcohol had little to no effect on her at all. She wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about this. Eventually the girls called it a night and Mizuki headed home.
As Mizuki returned home, it was already 2:30 AM. Despite this, she was still full of energy, and knew that she had a few more hours before the sun inevitably made her exhausted. She decided that she should spend the rest of the evening following up on a loose end: the mugger she drained the other night.
The young woman put a heavy hooded sweatshirt and very thick makeup. While it wouldn’t fool anyone close to her like Chloe, the quasi disguise would prevent most security footage from making a correlation to her in case of any ongoing investigations.
Mizuki made her way to the city hospital, entering the emergency ward. She explained that she needed to visit a patient, and worked overnights with no realistic possibility of visiting during the day. In a sense, she was telling the truth. When asked what the patient’s name was, there was an awkward pause while Mizuki resigned to simply using his first name. “Tony. He’s uh… doesn’t really reveal his last name.” the receptionist performed a double take. “You know that man’s criminal history, correct?”
Mizuki simply bit her lip and nodded. With her questionable makeup and sketchy outfit, the receptionist decided that she fit the bill well enough. She lead the way, bringing Mizuki to the room. As they walked towards the room, Mizuki decided to ask a fairly pertinent question. “Do you know how he’s doing?”
The receptionist tilted her head. “Well, I usually don’t know much about the patients, but this guy’s apparently been screaming in hysterics about a vampire sucking the muscles out of his body or something.”
Mizuki stifled a laugh. “Oh, so he was awake during the day today?”
The receptionist nodded.
“Also, do you know if he’s been eating?”
The receptionist mulled the question over for a moment before responding. “Like I said, I usually don’t hear much about the patients. Actually, now that I think about it, this guy has been kind of a nuisance. I heard in the break-room that he’s constantly begging for more and more food. We tend to be kind of stringent on luxuries for guys like him. Usually street thugs don’t have the best health insurance.”
Mizuki felt a sigh of relief, so far so clear on giving that psychopath her powers. Eventually they reached his quarters and the redhead requested some privacy, which the receptionist granted. She walked in and closed the door behind her. The receptionist had already started heading back to her desk, so aside from some loosely positioned security cameras, she and Tony were alone.
Tony was fast asleep. Mizuki approached the bed and looked down at his body. It wasn’t quite as bad as she remembered the day before. While Tony definitely lacked the hard muscles he had before, he now simply looked like someone who neglected to work out. This meant that he would lead a perfectly fine life. Hopefully it’d be a wake up call to go down a more morally straight path.
Next Mizuki glanced at his vital signs, which all seemed to be fine. Finally, she came in close and started pulling back his upper lip; to her delight, his canine incisors appeared to be normal sized. This action caused Tony to abruptly wake up, and he flailed his arms around. Mizuki backed off and simply grimaced over him with a knowing smirk.
Tony’s eyes grew wide “YOU!” he shouted.
“Shhh.”
“Give me back my muscles!”
“Answer me a few questions and maybe I will. If you shout, I won’t.”
The man quickly hushed his voice. “Alright. What the hell do you want?”
“Tell me, Tony, do you have a craving for blood?” Mizuki stared directly into the man’s eyes with as much intimidation as she could muster.
“Wh.. what!?” Tony squirmed, pathetically. “How do you know my name?! And… blood? No. The fuck? I’m not a monster like you. I mean. Shit. Just give me back my body please.”
Mizuki blinked a couple times. As far as she could sense he was telling the truth. “Alright. Next question. Do you remember your past? Are there any… holes in your memory?”
“What… What!? No. I can remember everything… I think.”
“Do you remember what you told the guys at the hangout? About how you wanted to mug a person just to feel the rush of dominating them?”
Tears began to stream from Tony’s eyes. “Yes. How the fuck do you know about this!? Who set me up? Was it Sal?!”
“One final question Tony. What is the exact address of the hideout?”
“But… if you knew all that other stuff…”
“Think about it Tony. Someone told me specifically why I should target you. Don’t you think they might deserve some paypack on your behalf?”
“Yes! Of course! You magnificent demon babe thing! Beat the shit out of them!” Tony was in near hysterics. He proceeded to tell Mizuki exactly where they usually hung out, down to the exact room number and apartment building.
Mizuki blinked a couple of times. What was this guy’s problem? All it took was one quick mention of something he said and he wanted her to attack his friends?
“Alright Tony. You’ve been a lot of help. I hope you make better decisions when you’re out of here.”
“Hey, wait!” Tony yelled out. “My muscles! I’ll scream if you don’t give em back!”
Mizuki’s mind raced for a creative solution. She quickly devised a little story to tell him. “Alright. Close your eyes.” Tony complied. Mizuki uttered some random gibberish. “Ok Tony, I cast an ancient magic spell. Your muscles will regrow over the next few days. If you speak at all until then the spell will be broken and you’ll be stuck like this. All… average. Forever.” she was lying through her teeth, but there was no way for Tony to doubt a woman who literally sucked his strength away while drinking his blood the night prior.
Tony remained silent. Mizuki turned away, satisfied with herself. At the very least, she should’ve bought herself more time before he continued blabbering to the police about a vampire, and some more peace of mind for the hospital staff. She headed home, and by the time she returned to her apartment it was closing in on 4 AM. Mizuki spent the remainder of her hours of wakefulness reading various books she hadn’t gotten around to yet. To her delight, Mizuki discovered that she could go through them at a faster pace than before, and found it easier to retain and analyze the words written in front of her.
Finally, at around 6 AM, a familiar wave of fatigue the sun sent her into a deep slumber.
3.) That evening
As Mizuki awoke, she felt her hunger reaching critical levels once again. The young woman knew that she would likely need to feast tonight to avoid severely injuring herself, or possibly perishing. Mizuki didn’t exactly know what would happen if she failed to eat, and she wasn’t eager to find out either. Fortunately, she knew precisely where she was going to seek her next meal: Tony’s hideout. It was the most logical choice. The men she saw in the memory were deplorable at best, and stripping them of their ability to harm others could only be a net gain for society.
Mizuki spent the next few hours preparing for her mission. She watched various tutorials on the internet showcasing various martial arts moves. Thanks to her sharp mind, it wasn’t much difficulty for her to memorize the most crucial ones. Mizuki also found that she had grown slightly stronger from her bodyweight exercise the day prior, as she could perform even more push ups than before – an additional 15 to be precise.
Despite these improvements, she knew it was going to be tough. She needed to drain at least one of the men before she could really dominate the other. After readying herself for a few hours, Mizuki donned a thick leather jacket, heavy jeans and a pair of combat boots. The outfit was ridiculous, but it would add an extra layer of protection. Conveniently she had a fold up police baton for self defense handy by her bedside that she could keep concealed until needed. She put it under her jacket in a position where she could easily take it out when it was time to fight.
At 1 AM, Mizuki left her apartment and began her trek to the hideout. Her destination was a ratty apartment more than a dozen blocks away from her own place. She walked with a quick pace, and even after five blocks her body felt completely untaxed. After realizing this, Mizuki began to wonder how good her cardiovascular health was now. She wondered how quickly she could improve it considering her push up progress, and then her mind drifted towards calculating how much draining those two thugs in the hideout would further improve her.
Before she knew it, Mizuki had arrived at the apartment building. She made her way inside and located the room that had been featured in Tony’s memory. As Mizuki stared at the door she could feel her stomach churning. This could end up being pretty messy. She banged on the door. A few moments later she could sense somebody approaching the peephole “What is it?” a gruff voice called out.
“I hear that you’ve got some… stuff for sale.”
“Oh yeah? What kinda stuff?”
Mizuki looked directly into the peephole and gave a flirtatious look, biting her lower lip and playing with her hair. “Stuff that’d make a little girl like me forget all her worries. I hear there’s a strong, handsome man who could help me out.” It went without saying that the men Mizuki saw in the memory were actually quite repulsive. Still, she needed to get that door open.
“Ahem. Well we usually don’t do business here, but for a nice young lady like yourself I suppose we can make an exception.” the voice responded.
The sounds of locks clicking and a chain unhinging rang out before the door opened. A man greeted her, waving to come in. Mizuki immediately identified the face as one of the thugs from the memory, and without hesitation she grabbed hold of the door and slammed it into his face with all of her might.
The man grabbed hold of his nose and staggered backward. Mizuki quickly extended the police baton and smashed it against his forehead. Before he could make sense of what was happening, she had closed the distance, reached up and sank her teeth into his neck, drinking deeply. Just as she hoped, Mizuki could literally feel his life force entering her. Everything about her was becoming enhanced; Stronger, smarter, faster, and more potential with each and every gulp. She even felt her perspective shifting as she became slightly taller.
During her feast, Mizuki heard a door from inside the apartment open. “The fuck was that crash- HOLY SHIT” the other man from Tony’s vision was running right for her.
Mizuki tossed aside her first victim and braced herself for the oncoming attacker. As the man came closer, Mizuki quickly became acclimated with her latest improvements – namely the possession of her natural reflexes and reaction speed combined with what was stolen from two mooks. Mizuki focused on the man, noticing him bring his arm back to launch a punch. As she concentrated on the fist, it appeared to be moving more slowly than it should. This allowed her to effortlessly intercept it with her right hand grabbing ahold of it mid-trajectory.
With the man’s hand within her clasp, Mizuki used her free arm to palm strike his elbow before taking the limb and twisting it behind his back. The man cried out in pain and was thoroughly within Mizuki’s grasp. She sunk her fangs into his neck and once again felt the flow of life itself entering her body. Stronger, smarter, faster, even more potential. She could feel her muscles filling out the sleeves of her jacket, and her jeans nearly bursting at the seams as her legs became thick, powerful trunks.
Just then the door opened again. Mizuki turned around only to find a handgun pointed directly at her brandished by a nervous looking man. Who was this?! She hadn’t planned for a third combatant. None of Tony’s memories indicated there was another member of their gang.
Mizuki sprang into action, launching herself at the man like a frenzied beast. Unfortunately, he was still able to react in time and two shots rang out from the pistol, striking her directly in the chest. Mizuki staggered backward, but managed to pull herself together and continue her assault. If Mizuki hadn’t drained the other two men in the room beforehand, she very well would have perished then and there.
Fortunately for the vampiress, she had gained enough durability to survive the immediate impact of the attack. A great deal of blood had begun to pour out from her chest however, and her time was limited. With blistering speed, Mizuki closed the distance, knocked the gun out of the man’s hand and shoved him onto the ground. She had underestimated her strength, and the crackle of broken bones erupted from the man’s body.
Blood continued to seep from Mizuki’s bullet holes and she could sense her own life slipping away. Unsure of what else she could possibly do, she straddled the gunner and sank her fangs into his neck. Mizuki drank deeply, and once again could palpably feel his life force enhancing her own. To her relief, the sensation of death approaching seemed to have been warded off. She continued to drink the man’s essence, once again growing stronger, faster, smarter, obtaining even more potential. Mizuki’s legs were thickening beyond the limit that her thick jeans were built for, and she heard a tearing sound as the very fabric split among the seams.
Standing up, Mizuki took off her now uncomfortably tight jacket and glanced down at her chest – the bullet holes had closed up! Not only had they closed up, but her chest now sported a pair of thick, meaty pecs supporting her now larger breasts. She blinked a few times, processing this new information. Her mind seemed to be capable of laterally thinking at a more rapid pace, and she quickly made the conclusion that the act of feasting healed her wounds.
Before Mizuki could process everything that had occurred, she saw the brilliant flash of police lights glaring into the apartment’s window. The local law enforcement had finally arrived to investigate the racket Mizuki caused, and she needed to escape immediately!
She noticed a nearby window and leapt out of it. After falling for two stories, she landed on her feet, relatively unphased from the impact. Mizuki blended into the night and made her way home. The sensation of having stolen strength from four men in total now was incredible. Mizuki wanted little more than to burst into her new top speed and see how long she could last, but she knew for now that showboating had to come later – she still had to get home safely!
– To be continued!