The System of a Vampire

The man Draig had sent out had been gone for so long that Draig had actually fallen asleep while waiting but was awoken by his shrill scream as he came sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him and behind him a group of four followed. Their faces showed murderous intent as the three eyed fool sweat uncontrollably.

"Boss, Boss. I got their attention, help me" cried the tri eyed man.

Draig looked up groggily though he was quick on the up take as his cane came into existence and pelted one of the men to the ground before he bit his wrist and tore a chunk of his flesh allowing for several blood spikes to fly forth and assault the other pursuers. Draig had expected a bit more from them but seeing as his initial strike worked he felt a bit disappointed at the quality of these people.

Upon closer inspection he found that they weren't even criminals, it was more folks from the Township.

"Strein, you bastard" cursed one of the people revealing Tri eyes name.

"We're from the same place and you dare trick us like this" cursed another.

"Is there a problem with what I have told him to do" asked Draig making himself known causing the group to fall silent. They knew of Draig's capability, they had seen what happened when the Feratu lost himself.

"W-what do you want with us" asked a four armed man with pincers that poked from his cheeks.

"I need to test a few theories" stated Draig as a cold smile appeared on his face.

'If I am not mistaken the Bloodpulse should be a mental ability instead of Physical like the BloodFortress and Bloodsmith. That means if can focus hard enough I should be able to elicit some kind of response' thought Draig as he stared at the bloodied men and focused on them concentrating his thoughts on the image of fire filling them, forcing them to burn from the inside out.

Draig tried it for a long time, changing his visualization each time he found failure. As the day grew long Draig refused to give up and continued trying different techniques while the group laid there in pain as their blood dried and their forms grew weaker. Confused as to why Draig had said he was going to experiment with them but had merely been staring at them evilly.

Draig's anger was reaching a point of sending him over the edge again as he felt the pulse hit him again causing him to renew his efforts only to find no success.

"Say ahhh" said Sherry as she came from behind and attempted to feed Draig again.

That seemed to do it as Draig's frustration from both the girl and his failures mounted until one of the men let out a horrified scream as blazing red steam shot from his open wounds. Draig seeing this lost his anger causing the steaming to stop.

"Damn it" growled Draig as he had succeeded but on accident.

Sherry seeing that Draig wasn't in the mood tried to comfort him only to be shoved away as the Feratu stomped off while killing the group he had captured.

"Boy" came the chilling gravelly voice causing the Heir of Feratu to freeze forgetting his anger entirely as he saw a ghost standing before him.

His eyes grew wide as he couldn't believe he was looking at this person, a person that should have been long since dead.

"I-impossible" stuttered Draig causing the figure before him to frown in disgust.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.readwn.comfor visiting.

"Stuttering like a bumbling child, you call yourself my heir?" stated the Figure as Draig took a heavy blow carving a deep trench with his body.

"I came all the way here to see how you were shaping up and this is what I see, what a joke. It's a good thing I came or else you may never be able to stand on your own feet, come boy. It's time Grampy taught you a few things" chuckled the Founder as he stood there as brilliant as he was in Draig's innerworld.

"Your alive" groaned Draig as he clutched his wounded ribs that were like powder after being struck by this man.

"Indeed, now stand" barked the Founder.

Zarra in the Township saw this and began to panic as he opened a rift and was going to step through but the Fonder locked his gaze on the mage through the Viewing mirror causing him to freeze.

"Not bad, prolly the cream of the crop" muttered the Founder seemingly staring off into the air.

"I'm taking the boy, I will return him when I am done" stated the Founder as he grabbed Draig and just vanished from the spot leaving nothing behind except for the trench and horrible icey feeling.

Zarra couldn't believe his eyes, he had lost his son again but this time it was because he too weak. The mage stared at the screen and couldn't properly move himself until the Founder was long gone, this was something to cause the mage great anger as he dropped the barrier ending the training.

"Gregory, Jared... gather our assistants, take their essence. I will be going on a trip" stated Zarra as the three goofy men seemed to become devils in human skin.

Zarra's eyes became bloodshot as darkness literally drifted off of him and Gregory began wafting corpse poison, Jared's rusted crimson armor seemed to be going back in time as it began to gain a sinister luster.

"We will find the boy" stated Gregory his goofy voice gone having become empty and raspy.

"Slaughter the infiltrator" came the ominous echo of Jared.

"Destroy everything our way" came the vile voice of Zarra as another arm began forming from the Darkness at his side replacing the lost limb.

It seemed the sudden kidnapping of Draig had reawakened a sleeping dragon in the three men, the sinister aura suffocating to anyone not strong enough to withstand it's clutches.

'Steal the child of the Dark mage, I will show you hell' sneered Zarra a Dark beam shot into the cloud from his staff causing the sun to eclipse and Darkness to swallow the land.

"Your father is quite the character, boy" stated the Founder dragging Draig by his collar.

Draig couldn't even respond as he tried to figure out how this legend of a man was still walking the planet.