Blacky took a step back, so overwhelming was Dracula's presence that he fell to his knees. His body sent alarm signals that convinced him of the threat Dracula represented.
"But... but who are you?" Blacky asked.
Dracula adjusted his red coat, struck a royal pose, and introduced himself.
"I am Dracula, king of the vampires and master of the world."
Blacky's vision blurred. He couldn't grasp the truth he had just heard and perceived. It was so overwhelming for him that he felt he might descend into madness.
"Aaaaargh!" screamed Blacky.
"Please... please, spare me, I haven't done anything at all!"
Dracula seemed amused in his thoughts. He believed his son was already aware of his vampiric abilities, but it was a shame. He wanted to "awaken" him, but it wouldn't be natural.
Dracula walked over and approached Blacky, raised his finger, and lifted the chin of the petrified Blacky.
"But I'm not going to harm my child."
"Now that you're here, did you never suspect that your mother never mentioned the fact that you had a father and that she has been hiding the truth all these years?"
"But it's all over now, I'm back, and I would love to see my delicious Isolde again."
Then, Dracula released his grip on Blacky, who seemed to regain his senses. And it was at that moment that Blacky noticed that everyone was frozen: the city, the passersby.
It was as if Dracula had frozen time, but Blacky had no way to be certain. So, he got back up and faced Dracula.
He had a headache, given that he was in a state of panic.
"But why is the world around us frozen?"
"It is just my nature, which is too complex for this material plane."
That was Dracula: as a being of superior quality, his nature alone triggered unexplained phenomena on the terrestrial plane, because Dracula is meant to transcend the three-dimensional plane.
Blacky then understood that he might be in the presence of a true God. The mere thought of it made his blood run cold. But the worst part was the "my son." Blacky partially understood why he had such a superhuman physique.
He tried to hide it by thinking about genetics, but now, the most logical reflection gave way to the truth, the whole truth.
"You said you wanted to see my mother? So, if I've understood the situation correctly, you were my mother's partner?" said Blacky.
Dracula took on an arrogant air and began to laugh.
"My partner? No, no, kid, you've got it all wrong. Isolde was just one of the many concubines I've had during my existence; there are many of them."
It was perfectly logical for a vampire, but for Blacky, it was absurd. It was almost as if Dracula treated these women as inferior beings. At the same time, Dracula was a being qualitatively superior to the human race.
It was at that moment that Blacky noticed Dracula's coat was covered in fresh blood. He then perceived what had just happened before their meeting, but he wasn't entirely sure.
It was at that moment that he decided to ask the question.
"Uh... By the way, why do you have a bloodstain on your coat? Did you just commit a murder?"
Dracula then licked his fingers with a seductive gesture, spread his arms, and raised his head to the sky, which was frozen. A red aura burst from him like scarlet flames. He was in complete ecstasy, as if he had appreciated the question Blacky had asked him.
"AH, IT'S PERFECTLY NORMAL..." he shouted loudly. "IT'S ASCENSION DAY, THE DAY WHEN THE GREAT DRACULA INCARNATES IN MATTER AND PURIFIES THE UNLUCKY HUMANS BY DRINKING THEIR BLOOD!"
Blacky frowned, stunned by what he had just heard. So, Dracula had probably just committed several homicides by drinking human blood. But it was rather logical, since during this period, vampires are supposed to drink human blood to maintain their dominance.
By drinking human blood, they maintain their hierarchical dominance within the vampire council. Although this council is very powerful, Dracula has managed to tame all of his kind with disconcerting ease.
Dominance is the power of vampires. This power acts through will: the stronger a vampire's will, the higher their dominance.
Thus, on this day, Dracula incarnates among mortals in order to maintain his level of dominance.
After Dracula's revelations, Blacky was shocked and completely outraged.
"But what you're doing is inhuman! Why attack these innocent people? Just to satisfy your psychopathic desires?"
Dracula crossed his arms and stared deeply at Blacky.
"I never would have imagined that my offspring would be so fragile, I'm almost disappointed. And no, I only kill outlaws and certain scum who deserve their fate. But let's get back to the point: where is Isolde? It's urgent, I must speak with her," replied Dracula, who had brought his face a little too close to Blacky's.
"As long as you don't seem hostile towards us, I have no problem," Blacky reassured himself as best he could.
"But it's quite a long way, we should wait for a bus."
Dracula didn't wait a moment. He snapped his fingers and the city was no longer frozen. Then, with surprising speed, he grabbed Blacky and flew with him across the city.
He moved so fast that Blacky saw nothing, as the friction in the air did not allow him to be aware of his surroundings.
They arrived after a minute in Blacky's neighborhood, Anacostia, a residential area in the east of Washington, which was alive with student parties. Several groups of gangsters were playing hip-hop; one of them was one of Blacky's neighborhood friends.
When he saw Blacky in the distance, he rushed towards him and the two did a vulgar gang handshake.
"Yo Blacky, how you doin', man? It's been a while since I've seen you."
"It's true, man, but I already told you about my new gig as a waiter in a restaurant downtown. Sorry if I'm not around the neighborhood as much anymore."
"I told you your place was with us, let's go rob some banks and make some cash, but you didn't want this good life," the gangster explained to Blacky.
Suddenly, Dracula began to sneer, sending a signal to the gangster that his reasoning was completely ridiculous, and he let him know it.
"I have rarely seen a human as ugly and ridiculous as you. Out of our way, we don't have time to clown around in your presence," Dracula said with enormous contempt for the gangster.
"You got a problem, old man? Seriously, Blacky, who is this clown? The dude is dressed like some bourgeois from the 60s and he thinks I'm a clown?" replied the gangster.
The furious gangster pulled a black gun from his clothes and pointed it at Dracula, telling him to put his hands up. Blacky wasn't worried about Dracula, but rather about his friend.
But his worries were legitimate because when Dracula raised his hands, the gangster moved the gun closer to Dracula's face.
Dracula quickly bent the gangster's weapon with one hand and threw it away. Then, he seized the gangster with disconcerting ease and sank his fangs into his neck before draining him of his blood.
"Oh shit, you psychopath! You just killed my friend! That's a really messed up reaction, you could have held back!"
"We should leave this place and go to your mother." The two were a few meters from the apartment of Blacky and his mother, and the meeting promised to be absolutely thrilling.