Author note :
In this chapter, I took some ideas from the comic (Angel Fangs) by the talented artist (mishim0) and combined them with my own ideas. So if you want, you can read the first chapter of the comic (Angel Fangs) on the artist's page on X, Instagram, or TikTok. By the way, the page name on all three platforms is (mishim0). Then you can return to read the third chapter, or you can read both the comic and this chapter—it's up to you, dear reader. Finally, a special thanks to the artist mishim0 for allowing me to create this fanfic story.
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3:45 p.m ( About Eight Hours Before the End of Chapter One )
Copper-9 High School
Inside the school counselor's office sat a forty-seven-year-old woman with black hair, wearing round glasses, a green sweater with a white collar peeking out from underneath. She was seated behind a brown wooden desk cluttered with papers and folders. A small nameplate read: School Counselor (Marie Goolan) .
As Marie arranged the papers on her desk, she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," she called calmly.
The door opened, and a short girl stepped inside. She had long purple hair reaching her shoulders and wore a black hat, black clothes, a choker around her neck, ripped black denim shorts, and purple striped thigh-high stockings that faded into transparency near the top. Her fingernails were painted black. She was, quite literally, the definition of goth style.
Marie looked at her gently.
"Oh, I've been expecting you. Please, have a seat."
The girl sat in the chair across from Marie's desk. Annoyance was clearly written across her face.
Marie attempted to ease the tension.
"It's been a while since I last saw you, and I'm really glad to see you again. I know this isn't exactly the best situation, and I imagine it's upsetting to be here again. It's been a couple of years since everything happened… Those were some pretty rough times for you. But it seems like your life has changed a bit since then ,even if being here is still unfortunate."
She folded her hands together on the desk.
"But still… I'm happy to see you. So, how have you been, Uzi Doorman?"
Despite Marie's effort, Uzi's expression only hardened. Marie repeated her question, this time with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"How are you feeling?"
Uzi, the nineteen-year-old girl, looked at her with the same irritated expression she had worn upon entering.
"Confused. Because I don't know why the hell I'm here."
"Uzi, let's watch our language," Marie replied gently. "And I think you know exactly why you're here."
"No. I don't." Uzi said.
Marie sighed, exhaustion creeping into her expression.
"You do know...."
"I literally didn't do anything to be here," Uzi interrupted. "I get that they're desperate to find someone to blame, but why am I the suspect? I didn't do anything. Are they so desperate they're throwing their failure on me just to save face?"
"They don't believe you're guilty," Marie said firmly. "Trust me, if they suspected you even slightly of being responsible for killing fourteen people and scattering pieces of their bodies around the city, you wouldn't be sitting here right now."
"Then why am I here?" Uzi said angrily.
"To talk, sweetheart. You and I are here to talk and try to find a solution." Marie said.
Uzi said "What problem? I already told you—I didn't do anything."
Marie said "Uzi, we think you might know more about what's going on. You've seen parts of the bodies… maybe even new ones?"
"Yeah, like everyone else," Uzi said dismissively. "That doesn't make me different."
"I know. But your attitude suggests you might know something you're not telling us."
Uzi said "I'm acting like I always do."
Marie's tone turned serious.
"Uzi, I'm going to be honest. We've received several complaints from your classmates about behaviors that have made them uncomfortable."
"Complaints? Like what?"
Marie pulled out a file.
"First, making inappropriate comments about the recent events. Second, asking classmates about friends who died in the attacks. Third, looking at disturbing images of dead bodies in the cafeteria. Fourth, interfering with the police investigation. Fifth, being seen near the crime scenes. Sixth, your attendance record shows excessive unexcused absences. And finally, the unusual amount of time you spend in the school workshop working on inventions your teacher described as… concerning. Not to mention the incident during your project presentation when it went slightly out of control and you were injured. And there's more."
She set the file aside.
Marie said "We tried contacting your father, Khan Doorman, but he didn't give the matter the attention we hoped for. So I assume things at home aren't great… even after… well, forgive me for bringing this up, but what happened to your mother years ago."
Uzi looked down at the floor, arms crossed tightly. Her eyes narrowed with sadness and frustration. Words failed her. After everything that had been said, only one came out.
"Bite me."
Marie said "Right… anyway, let's return to the topic. The police and I believe you have some kind of theory or information. Ever since we found what we found inside your locker, you've become more suspicious."
"My locker?!" Uzi snapped. "You searched my locker? No wonder everything's messed up! You have no right..."
"School lockers are school property," Marie interrupted calmly. "The administration has the right to inspect them for safety reasons—especially when student safety might be at risk. Given your recent behavior, this was justified."
"What you found was just stuff for my final project," Uzi said angrily. "But of course you're all so dramatic. Now you think I want to kill everyone? I don't have some 'theory'!"
Marie said "What about the notes we found? They seemed important. We couldn't make sense of them. You're always drawing those strange symbols. Do they mean anything?"
Uzi said "No! They don't mean anything! And I wish I could sue you for invading my privacy! And even if I did have a theory… you wouldn't believe me anyway."
"Why not tell me? You know you can trust me."
Uzi hesitated.
"Have you ever heard of… vampires?"
Marie's expression shifted, barely concealing disbelief.
"Vampires?"
Uzi said "Yes. Vampires. Why not? This city has been full of vampire legends for decades. It wouldn't be insane if they were real. And most of the bodies have those strange fang marks near the heart. That proves my theory."
Marie asked "Have you seen the bodies up close?"
Uzi froze for a split second.
"No. I read about it in the papers."
Marie let out a soft, incredulous chuckle.
"Vampires… Sounds like you've been reading a lot of dark fantasy lately."
"Excuse me? You don't believe me, do you?"
Marie said "Oh, don't get me wrong. Actually, this could be good for you. You should write about it. Share your theory. Maybe join a club. You might even make some friends."
Uzi said "Dark fantasy lover?"
Marie smiled and handed her a flyer for the school's Fantasy Club.
"Making weird friends like you could be great. Since, you know… you don't really have any. You should try it. You've got a creative mind."
"Okay, that's it!" Uzi exploded. "It's NOT a fantasy! I know what I'm talking about. I know it's real, and I know what I saw!"
"What did you see? Are you saying you saw one of these 'vampires'? Do you have proof?"
"No, but..."
"Then what proof do you have that they exist? Or that they're connected to the murders?"
Uzi said "The victims' bodies, if you looked closely..."
"Uzi," Marie said patiently, "that proves nothing. There have been many serial killers throughout history who did far worse. Take Jack the Ripper. Or the Zodiac Killer. Or Ted Bundy. Their methods were horrific and bizarre , but they were human. Not creatures from fantasy stories."
Uzi stood abruptly.
"Right. And since you clearly think everything I say is some dumb fantasy, maybe you should stop spying on my stuff and stop making everyone think I'm some psycho freak who wants to kill people and eat their guts."
"Uzi—"
"Okay?! THANKS. BYE."
She snatched the club flyer from Marie's hand and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.
Uzi stormed out of the office angrily, muttering, "Nonsense!! What the hell is this nonsense? They're comparing me to those weirdos in those stupid fantasy clubs. I can't believe it." She threw the paper she had taken from Marcs into the trash and continued, "I don't need them. I don't need anyone. I'll solve this whole thing myself."
While walking through the school hallways, Uzi passed by the library and said to herself, "The library? Maybe I can find a book or something about vampires there. Why not? It's a library, after all."
Uzi entered the library and started searching. After a long time of looking around, she found a book in the fantasy literature section. The title of the book was Vampirism '2010. When she opened it to check the contents, it read:
"THE HEART
THE HEART IT'S THE MAIN ORGAN IN YOUR CARDIOVASCULAR SYSTEM, IS VITAL FOR LIFE. ITS PARTS WORK TOGETHER TO MOVE BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BODY IN A COORDINATED WAY. IT CONSTANTLY SENDS OXYGEN TO YOUR CELLS AND TAKES AWAY WASTE.
THE HEART PUMPS ABOUT 2,000 GALLONS OF BLOOD EACH DAY. THAT'S ENOUGH TO FILL AN 8-BY-10-FOOT SWIMMING POOL.
IT BEATS AROUND 100,000 TIMES DAILY. IN AN AVERAGE LIFE SPAN OF ALMOST 79 YEARS, THE HEART BEATS NEARLY 2.9 BILLION TIMES.
YOU CAN TELL HOW IMPORTANT THIS ORGAN IS FOR THE HUMAN BODY... PEOPLE OFTEN ASSOCIATE THIS ORGAN WITH THINGS LIKE DESIRES, FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS LIKE HAPPINESS, SADNESS, MELANCHOLY, NOSTALGIA, OR... LOVE.
BUT THE HEART IS NOT THE ORGAN OF LOVE FOR EVERYONE...
IT IS NOT THE ONE THAT PRODUCES FEELINGS, EMOTIONS AND STUFF...
FOR SOME "PEOPLE" THIS ORGAN PRODUCES SOMETHING MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN LOVE AND IT IS FOOD.
(VAMPIRES)
SADISTIC AND BLOODTHIRSTY CREATURES WHOSE HUNGER IS QUENCHED BY NOTHING ELSE BUT HUMAN FLESH AND BLOOD.
THEY WILL ALWAYS BE BEHIND YOU, STALKING, LOOKING FOR YOU, LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT WAY TO GET THAT NECTAR THAT DRIVES THEM CRAZY... THAT DELICIOUS BLOOD....
THE MOMENT THEY FIND YOU THERE WILL BE NO MORE HOPE.
BECAUSE EVERY PIECE OF YOUR BODY IS JUST A PIECE OF DELICIOUS MEAT WHICH IS A SIMPLE BUT DELICIOUS SNACK FOR THEM.
JUST A PIECE OF MEAT WHICH WILL DISAPPEAR, THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT WHEN THEY ARE FINISHED WITH YOU.
UNLESS... YOU ARE LUCKY AND BEAUTIFUL ENOUGH TO MAKE SOME OF THEM FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU, MAKING THIS VAMPIRE QUEEN SO SHE CAN LOVE YOU FOREVER...
"SO HE CAN LOVE YOU FOREVER""
Uzi reacted with surprise to the last sentence: "Wait, what?"
Her mind paused for a moment to process the words again. Then she closed the book to double-check the title and said, "'Vampirism '2010', everything you need to know about the Vampires and .... And what?" The last part was unclear. She grumbled, "God, do people actually like this kind of stuff?"
The girl standing next to Uzi said, "Excuse me."
Uzi looked at the girl beside her and said, "Huh?"
The girl asked, "Do you like it?"
Uzi's expression shifted to annoyance. She realized this girl was the author of that nonsense she considered pure garbage. She thought to herself, "Oh my god, she's the writer." But she composed herself and replied, "Yeah… sure. Anyway, you look like someone who usually hangs out here, and you seem to know a thing or two about vampirism and all that. You know where I can find more 'real' info about them?"
The girl said, "This book has a lot of information. I'm sure you'll like it." Then she added with a laugh and a smile, "Lots of information, facts, romance, and maybe a bit of 'lemon' hehe."
Uzi looked visibly irritated and was trying to hold herself together after hearing all this empty talk. She thought to herself, "Who thinks about that kind of stuff while facing death or whatever is trying to kill you?" Then she said to the girl, "I mean real information about vampires, or something more objective. There are thousands of stories about vampires—there has to be something more legit around here."
The girl thought for a moment and said, "Well, I think there's something somewhere here, but like I said, this book you're holding has a ton of information." But then she turned back to Uzi with annoyance and asked, "What's the deal with the word 'objective'? You mean boring and without romance, right? You don't like romance?"
Uzi replied, "No, not really… but that's not the point. Do you know where I can find what I asked for or not?"
(Note about authors: Most writers hate it when their stories are criticized. Unlike me—I actually like it when someone criticizes what I write because I learn from my mistakes that way.)
The girl ignored Uzi and said, "Yeah, no, not really."
Uzi snapped angrily as she walked away, "Well, thanks for nothing."
Uzi left the library, still furious, muttering, "Why is everyone so useless? God, this makes me sick." Then she stopped in front of a bulletin board covered with photos of missing students. Two new pictures had been added: one of a boy named George and another of a girl named Jessica. Uzi said, "Things are getting worse than before." She continued toward her locker, saying, "I need to work fast or…"
While walking, her foot hit something on the floor. She said, "Shit, what the…?" When she looked down, she saw a book thrown in front of her locker with a note: "Hello, can you have all this ready by Wednesday? I will give you 30 bucks."
Uzi said, "30 bucks? Are you kidding me?" She picked up the book and added, "God, I love these idiots with money. I can finish this in half an hour." When she opened her locker, she found a huge pile of notes and assignments from people wanting her to do them for them. She said, "Okay, maybe I'll need more than that."
As she tried to close her locker, she heard a voice calling her in Russian: "Привет, Uzi." (Hello, Uzi.)
Uzi turned toward the voice and saw a tall, slender girl with long, straight dark purple hair reaching her back, an orange-red headband, pale skin, reddish-brown eyes with a sharp and serious gaze. She wore a tight long-sleeved red turtleneck, a short black skirt, and long dark gray socks. Uzi said, "Hey, Doll."
Doll asked, "Still doing these kinds of jobs?"
Uzi replied, "Yeah, as long as there are idiots with money who don't know how to do their own homework, it's good for me." Then she looked at Doll and continued, "Why are you asking? Is there something you're interested in?"
Doll said, "Not really, but you're going to get in trouble. Didn't they search your locker a while ago and…?"
Uzi interrupted her, "And why do you care? Actually, shouldn't you be with your famous friend Lizzy?"
Doll tried to say something, but a girl's voice interrupted her. When Doll turned, she saw her friend Lizzy—the blonde girl with a ponytail, wearing a pink off-shoulder dress and a short skirt—calling her: "Hey girl, where were you? I've been looking for you for ten minutes. What are you doing here?"
Doll said, "I was talking to Uzi."
Lizzy asked, "Who?"
Doll pointed to Uzi and said, "You know her, Uzi Doorman."
Lizzy repeated, "Doorman?"
Doll said, "Yeah, weren't you two in the same chemistry class?"
Lizzy stared at Uzi and said, "No, I don't remember that. Anyway, we should go there's alot of work to do in the gym before the Porm ."
Lizzy walked off with Doll, completely ignoring Uzi.
Uzi sighed and said, "Whatever, that's not important. The most important thing is…" She pulled out the project she had been working on for a while (the one Mary had mentioned before): a long black Railgun weapon.
Uzi hugged her weapon and said, "There you are, darling. Just wait until I fix you up and use you against one of those vampires."
At that moment, Uzi heard a voice from behind her: "Doorman."
She turned toward the voice and saw a boy with glasses wearing a blue shirt. Annoyed, she said, "What are you looking at ."
The boy said " you are late "
Uzi said " late about what? There's no o'clock here "
The boy said, "Whatever. I'm heading out. And you probably should too."
Uzi asked, surprised, "What? Why?"
The boy replied, "It's getting really dark, and people are disappearing or getting killed almost every night since summer ended. I kinda value my life, y'know?"
Uzi said, "Wait—anyone else still in the workshop?"
The boy answered, "Uh… just Frank. But he's about to leave for the same reason. So yeah, that's another reason why you should leave too, y'know?"
Uzi said, "Huh… so there's the whole workshop… for me." Then she opened the workshop door excitedly, saying, "The whole workshop for me." She worked from 8:50 until 11:30 p.m. When she finished, she looked at the clock and said, "Huh, I stayed way too late. I didn't even notice." She gathered her things, put the Railgun in her bag, and left the school.
On her way home, she noticed the road she was walking on was dark and deserted. She said, "I forgot how abandoned this part of the city is." Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her. She turned in fright but saw nothing and muttered, "Great, now I'm imagining things." But then she spotted something standing far away on the roof of one of the buildings. At first she thought it was just a normal person, but the figure spread wings and flew toward her at high speed.
Shocked, she quickly ducked her head and dodged the attack.
The man landed on the ground, his attack kicking up a cloud of dust. When Uzi turned to see who had attacked her, she saw a tall man with white skin and white hair. He wore a black coat and pants, white shoes, and a black hat. His eyes were completely yellow with some lines on the sides, and one of his hands had transformed into a sword.
Uzi stared in shock at the thing standing in front of her and said, "Is that… a Vampire?"