Reincarnated as Dracula’s Son

Max was a towering figure, and though Damian had grown to an impressive 6'2", standing next to Max made him feel like a mere boy. At 6'9", Max was an imposing presence, a giant among men. His frame was built for power, each muscle bulging with raw strength. His shoulders were massive, as wide as a doorframe, and his arms seemed to ripple with muscle beneath his dark, fitted shirt. His chest was broad and unyielding, a testament to the years of physical dominance he had forged in his body. Max's very presence demanded attention, as though the air around him bent to his will, and wherever he went, he drew the eyes of everyone nearby.

He stood outside the door, a silent sentinel, his shadow stretching long as he waited. When Mrs. Vlad and Damian stepped out into the morning air, Max immediately fell in step behind them, his footsteps silent but heavy. He was a protector, always close, always watching, and though he said nothing, his sheer size and silent intensity made it clear he was a force to be reckoned with.

As Damian followed his mother down the path to the car, he couldn't help but observe her. His mother moved with a grace that could only come from someone who lived a life of luxury, a life that required little effort beyond looking after herself. She was always pristine, her movements measured, never hurried. She was one of those rich housewives whose world revolved around elegance, money, and the absence of worry. It was a life of comfort—one where she had no need to concern herself with anything beyond her own desires. Her presence, like Max's, commanded attention, but in a softer, more refined way. She was the kind of woman who seemed to glide rather than walk, her designer clothes flowing around her as she made her way to the car.

She climbed into the sleek vehicle, the smooth leather of the seats creaking slightly as she settled into place. With a practiced flick of her hand, she honked the horn, the sound sharp in the quiet morning air. "Hurry up, Damian!" she called, her voice laced with a hint of impatience, though there was no malice in it. It was the tone of someone who was used to having things done in their own time, with no real sense of urgency except for their own convenience.

Damian stood frozen for a moment, an odd sense of detachment settling over him as he watched his mother. The life she led was one of ease, but it was a life he could never quite relate to. He had never been one for luxury without purpose—he found himself wanting more, craving something beyond just comfort. The thought of a life where nothing ever changed, where everything stayed the same, felt empty to him. But for now, he was bound by the circumstances of his family, by the choices they made for him.

But then, a thought sparked in his mind, a curiosity he couldn't ignore. He had never really tested the full extent of his newfound abilities, and the idea of running, truly running, to see how fast he could go, intrigued him. Without thinking too much about it, he decided to test himself. It wasn't a matter of showing off or proving anything to anyone—it was about pushing his limits, about discovering what he was capable of.

Damian pushed off the ground, his legs propelling him forward with a speed he didn't know he possessed. He could feel the wind rush past him, the world blurring around him as he moved, faster than he ever had before. His feet barely touched the ground as he covered the distance between the house and the car in what felt like an instant. When he reached the door, he was there in two seconds—two steps. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Woah," he thought, breathless and in awe of the sensation. His heart raced, not from exertion, but from excitement. "That was insane." The realization hit him like a tidal wave—no human could move that fast. It wasn't just speed; it was something beyond that, something unnatural. He had barely begun to accelerate, and yet, he was already at the car. The sheer power of it was exhilarating.

As he stood there, still processing the rush of his own ability, he found himself wondering what would happen if he truly tried to push his speed further. What would it feel like to accelerate, to go faster than the eye could track? The idea thrilled him, and a small part of him wondered just how far he could go. The thought lingered in his mind as he opened the door and climbed into the car, the reality of his abilities settling in as he joined his mother inside.

The instant he entered, his mother's voice sliced through the air, sharp and filled with concern. "Why did you do that?!" she exclaimed, her voice tight with frustration. She hadn't even looked at him fully, but there was a clear urgency in her tone.

"Huh? You mean run here?" Damian asked, still trying to understand why she was so upset.

"Yes, I mean that! Why did you?" She repeated, her words clipped, almost angry. "Don't you know someone could have seen you?"

Damian paused, his mind racing as the weight of her words sank in. He had acted impulsively, caught up in the thrill of discovering his own power. But she was right. He hadn't thought of the consequences. The world outside was not like the one inside the safety of their home. People were not ready for the kind of abilities he possessed, and even the slightest glimpse of something extraordinary could lead to questions, suspicions, and worse.

He thought back to his father's words the day before, to the warning not to draw attention to himself, to blend in, to remain hidden. Damian didn't want to live his life in fear of his own abilities, constantly looking over his shoulder, but he also understood the reality of the world they lived in. He couldn't risk putting his family in danger—especially his mother, who was human. The last thing he wanted was to bring harm to her, or anyone else for that matter. The idea of humans discovering vampires and all that it would entail—chaos, fear, destruction—was terrifying.

"I'm sorry, ma," he said quietly, his voice soft with genuine regret. He hadn't meant to worry her. He had simply gotten caught up in the rush of it all, in the excitement of his newfound power. "I'm just trying to see how much I have."

His mother's expression softened, though there was still a hint of concern in her eyes. She sighed, letting the tension drain from her shoulders as she buckled her seatbelt. "It's fine, sweetie," she said, her voice gentler now. "Just be careful, okay?"

Damian nodded, the weight of her words lingering in his mind as he settled back in his seat. He wasn't sure what the future held, or how much longer he could keep his abilities hidden. But for now, he would be more cautious, more aware of the risks. He didn't want to be reckless—not when the stakes were so high.