"I'm going to get so many girls!" his inner voice rejoiced.
He would no longer simply daydream about beautiful women. He would no longer contain himself to just watching men rail beautiful women. No, he would do the railing.
Just yesterday, he had almost fucked a gorgeous girl, and he would have if it weren't for the interruption.
But Damian was not displeased by the events, since she gave him head, and he orgasmed.
He took a cold shower, loving the way the cool droplets ran down his skin. It felt like a cleanse in a way.
When he was done, he put on a shirt and his briefs and headed outside.
The normal Damian would have just stayed in his room and not ventured outside, but for some reason, he felt the desire to go out.
"Perhaps I've taken some of the personality of the former occupant," he thought.
As he stepped out of his room, he headed to the sitting room. There, he saw a slightly muscular man who looked like he could be in his forties.
He had a clean-shaven chin and a well-trimmed mustache. His hair was full but neatly combed back and gelled almost painfully.
His skin was pale, almost as white as snow, giving him an unnatural, almost ethereal look.
"This has to be Dracula, my father," Damian thought.
"Good to see you too, son," the man said without looking up from the newspaper in his hands.
Damian would have expected a man who had almost lost his son to be more affectionate in his words or jump up to welcome him—something of that manner.
But Dracula simply folded the newspaper and smiled at him. "Come here," he said, gesturing at him to come with a finger.
Damian supposed Dracula wouldn't act like a regular father. There was still so much he didn't know, like how old his father really was, how he became Dracula, and whether he even had emotions.
"I'm glad you made it in one piece," Dracula said formally but affectionately as Damian sank into the chair adjacent to him.
"Me too," Damian replied. "Would've been painful if I had to stay dead."
Dracula didn't laugh. Instead, his eyes narrowed in a way that suggested he found the remark amusing in the barest of ways but also interesting.
"Oh crap! I don't even know what the previous Damian's personality was," Damian thought inwardly.
"Your mother said you lost your memories," Dracula remarked. It was stated more as an observation, but Damian could feel the unspoken question mark at the end.
"Sadly," he replied.
"Yes, that is most unfortunate," Dracula said, his eyes still narrowed. "However, the most important thing is you're back. You remember yourself, you know how to act human, and hopefully, vampire?"
Damian shook his head.
"You don't?" This time, Dracula's voice was incredulous.
Damian shook his head again, half-terrified of what his reaction would be.
However, Dracula did not flare up. He simply gave a resigned sigh.
"I suppose you'll need a refresher."
"That's what everyone has been saying since I got here," Damian thought inwardly.
"So I am a vampire, which means I have the typical skills—immortality, super speed, super strength, regeneration, and healing… you know."
Damian nodded.
"Then you have the not-so-common skills like enhanced senses, shapeshifting, and mind control."
"Whoa, you can really do all that?" Damian asked.
"Technically, yes, if I fulfill the terms necessary."
Damian frowned.
"I'll explain. For mind control, it can only happen on full moons. Any other time, I could subtly be suggestive to their minds, but I can't control it fully.
"Then for shapeshifting, it's peculiar to only me. There's a ritual that needs to be done before I can do that.
"For every other one, it's pretty much there all the time."
Damian nodded. "I understand now."
"Yes. Now for you, you're a half-vampire," Dracula continued. "So you have super strength, super speed, regeneration, healing, and enhanced senses, but they're not as strong as a full vampire's would be."
"I see. That's why it took so long for my chest wound to heal," Damian replied.
"Precisely," Dracula said. "Now, you don't have mind control unless it's a full moon. You can't even suggest things to their minds. You have to wait for a full moon."
"But I can shapeshift?" Damian asked.
"I suppose it could be possible since you have my blood," Dracula replied. "But it would be a very painful process since your body regenerates very slowly."
"Right," Damian said as he thought about it. "So I'm just a slightly less cool vampire."
He could have sworn he saw Dracula's eyes light up. "Well, if you put it that way…"
"Now for weaknesses—sun makes me lose up to half of my powers. Also garlic and wooden stakes," Dracula said.
"This is where you have an advantage. The sun has very minimal effect on you. You will get slightly weak, but it's not significant enough for you to notice. Garlic doesn't affect you, and neither do wooden stakes."
"Right, only silver stakes do," Damian muttered.
"Yes. We never expected that it would be discovered by other people, but it seems that secret is out now," Dracula said.
"Son, vampires are always warring amongst each other, and as a result, different vampires have different enemies.
"I am an original vampire, which means I have more enemies than any other vampire."
"Which means I inherit some of them," Damian said.
"Yes," Dracula replied with a slight nod. "And now they know how you can be hurt, so you need to be more careful."
Damian nodded. He had gotten this chance at life by luck, and he wasn't ready to give it up right now—or ever.
"Mom said you had urgent business to deal with," he said and trailed off, hoping Dracula would pick up from where he ended.
His wishes were granted. Dracula nodded. "There was a rebellion at Sandytown. Some of the newer vampires wanted to fight the older families. I had to step in."
Damian still didn't see how a fight between two groups was of great importance to his father, but Dracula wasn't done yet.