The System Of A Vampire 1 The Gift Of The System

"Now for the next name on the list its Drai.... is this a mistake" asked the announcer standing on the platform looking to a man sitting with the guild leaders in a dark cloak.

Receiving a nod the announcer began sweating a gulped before saying the name.

"Next to receive a system is... Draig" spoke the announcer as his voice slowly faded out from dread.

Out among the crowd you could hear people murmuring and whispering some in fear and others spat hateful words but everyone fell silent when a pale youth with ash colored hair stepped onto the stage. His slender build capturing everyone's attention.

"So there is someone watching after all" sneered Draig as he walked under the machine.

The announcer once again turned his head towards the man in the dark cloak and received a nod, gritting his teeth he activated the machine but the disgust in his eyes was focused on Draig.

"Congratulations a.s.sessing Cla.s.s System, User has received the Enchanter Cla.s.sification" announced the Machine.

It didn't take long before the crowds were laughing and ridiculing Draig slandering his cla.s.s as well as his existence. However those who were looking from above had a greedy look in their eyes as they watched Draig disappear with a superior burst of speed.

"Interesting" stated a man in a dark cloak.

Meanwhile Draig had burst through the streets tumbling people and smas.h.i.+ng through any obstacle in his way, he didn't care where he was going but he didn't want to listen to the jeers of the crowd as he had been publicly humiliated with his cla.s.s.

It honestly didn't matter to him that he got the Enchanter cla.s.s, he was a Vampire he possessed heightened senses, superior strength, superior speed, and boasted a solid defense. So even with the weakness of the Enchanter cla.s.s he was confident he could still beat most people.

'Yeah there's somebody up there watching and I bet he has a problem with Vampires too' thought Draig as he slowed down and started to take in his surroundings.

He had been caught up in his thoughts and hadn't paid attention to where he was going, however upon looking around he found an old house with a windmill not too far. As he walked closer he could see more of the tell tell signs that this place at one point been a farm.

"Hey there anybody in there" called Draig gruffly.

Upon receiving no answer Draig entered the house and was a bit surprised how in shape the place was, the outside was quite deceptive as the inside was still very livable. Draig perused over the things laying around in the house for awhile till he found a stack of books on a shelf, the moment his eyes landed on the text on the cover he nearly leapt for right then.

"I don't know who you are but your f.u.c.king with the wrong person" growled Draig menacingly his fangs showing themselves.

"Oh I would calm down if I were you Leech Brat, I am something far beyond your reach for the moment" came the casual reply from a corner as a dark cloaked man revealed himself.

"I'm willing to take that chance mortal" stated Draig arching his fingers causing another of his Vampiric features to be revealed.

"Oh? What are you going to do with those, give me an infection?" laughed the man before ducking under a swipe that left deep marks on the wall behind him.

"Oh and for a second I was worried" continued the man goading Draig who finally landed a hit with his heel catching the man by surprise.

"Talk tough now trash" sneered Draig who started turning around until he heard the sound of something splitting the wind but before he could dodge a stick had made contact with the side of his head sending him flying.

"Sorry bout the false hope it's just your moves were so boring that I fell asleep while you were kicking" teased the man.

Draig coughed a bit as his head rung, squinting his eyes his vision was still swimming and his equilibrium was shot but this wouldn't stop him. Standing up shakily Draig started running for the man again although his path was crooked.

The man shook his head and watched as Draig's charge came to an end as the Vampire fell to the ground.

'Maybe I should have left a note' wondered the man as he carried Draig back inside.

Looking over Draig's sleeping form the man nodded to himself.

'Definitely leaving a note' with that thought a pen and pad appeared out of thin air and the man began scribbling before placing his note on the stack of books.

"Good luck brat" mumbled the man before leaping into a rift.