Of Sentience and Predator

A3: Kevin 11

A crow cawed before flying off, a feather somehow falling off and floating down towards a bridge. Under it, a blur appeared before stopping, revealing Nike and Ben. He got off as Nike collapsed to the ground. "You ok, Gwen?" Ben asked, stepping towards her.

"I'll be fine, just tired," Nike breathed before the symbol flashed and she timed out.

"I'll try to find something for us to eat, you stay here," Ben said. Gwen gave a thumbs up. Ben started off, activating his watch. He turned clockwise three times and stopped at the hologram of Dracula. He pressed down and in a flash, Ben was replaced with Dracula. He took off into the air.

Dracula looked around with his magenta eyes before falling upon an alleyway that had lots of boxes stacked near a door. He flew down and landed next to them. The vampire-like looked around, seeing the door was slightly opened.

Dracula leaned down to a tumbled box and looked at its side. It had an image of an apple and grapes. He dragged a finger through the edge of the box before lifting up the side and looking inside. A grin went across his face. A box of apples was better than nothing.

Dracula picked it up before noticing a person staring at him in shock. Quickly, he stared into the person's eyes and his own became hypnotic. The person's eyes followed, rings forming in their eyes. "Forget you ever saw me, alright?" Dracula smiled. The person stiffly nodded.

He lowered the box and grabbed it with his feet before flying into the air. Dracula flew back to where he left Gwen, silent.

When he came back, he saw that Gwen was curled up and asleep. Dracula placed the box next to her before attempting to return to the sky. However, he stopped when he saw a group of what seemed like lower twenties looking at them. Dracula looked at the shadows they were hiding at and hissed. He heard some snickers, but the group didn't leave.

He realized how hungry he felt and his vision turned to that of showing glowing magenta throughout the gang's bodies. Dracula began to drool slightly at the untouched food in front of him, but the gang didn't seem to notice.

The gang decided to get closer to him, allowing him to see the flow of their life force better. It kept reminding him of his hunger and he felt Dracula's mind urge to drain them. "I'll give you a warning. Leave," Dracula said, glaring at them.

The gang laughed. The tallest and buffest of them, assuming their leader, stepped forward while saying, "Or what? You'll run off?"

"Not my fault, then," Dracula grinned. He let the urge take control and he lunged at the leader. He bit his shoulder, causing the leader to cry out. Dracula could feel the energy be drained out of the gang leader and into him. The other gang members hit him with wooden poles or steel beams, but he didn't feel it.

He let go of the leader, blood on his fangs and satisfied with his meal. Dracula released a content sigh before backing up a bit. The other gang members began to chirp something in another language- kinda sounded like Italian- at their leader, who backed away from him. The leader said something in the same language before the group scattered.

"That was cool."

He turned around, seeing a kid at the other edge of the bridge, leaning against the wall. The kid had black hair, brown eyes, and pale peach skin and wore a black shirt, ripped jeans, black shoes, and a silver necklace. Dracula squinted his eyes at him before walking over to be by Gwen.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Dracula hissed.

The kid smiled before replying, "Outcasts gotta stick together, right? You two definitely seem like some."

Dracula stared at him. "Why should we trust you?"

The boy lifted a hand and lightning crackled around it. Dracula stared at the lightning as it dashed around. "Woah..." he muttered. "You're like us... kids with powers..."