I Became A Zompirewolf

'Where the hell did this kid drop here from?' Mera mumbled as soon as she overcame her shocked state, 'More importantly, why couldn't I sense his attack coming?'

Jacob helped her back to her feet, but not once did his eyes wandered away from the kid. Just by giving him the first look, he realised that the kid was no ordinary being. But more importantly... his dead red eyes were implicating things they shouldn't have.

'What is such a young vampire doing here? Wait a minute... his skin... it doesn't make any sense.' Jacob thought to himself, 'Why does his skin look so pale? Even full-fledged vampires don't have such pale skin... but the undead does. And those feet, they definitely belong to a werewolf.'

The more he looked at the kid, the more surprised he got. He knew his observations were correct but this couldn't have been possible. How can someone have traits of all three dominant species of the world? Such a thing was completely unheard of.

"The fck are you spacing out for you motherfcker!" Mera yelled at Jacob which brought him back to his senses, "I know what you are thinking, but now is not the time for that... just imagine what kind of powers and skills this kid might give us once we consume his blood-"

"We need to report this anomaly instead." Jacob cut her off, "Something like the boy should not exist in the first place-"

"You will do no such thing!" Mera snapped at him, "This could be our chance to defeat the Countess and take the leadership away from her. Just think about it... we will no longer be mere Bloodsuckers anymore. Don't you want that? Or do you think it is better for us to just stay here and be bloodsuckers for the rest of our time?"

Jacob got silent after that. It was true that he wanted to evolve into something more powerful than the Bloodsucker, but then there was the truth that they will probably never be able to evolve. Evolution was a gift not bestowed on everybody.

Probably only 5% of the world's population was evolvable. That most of them wouldn't know that until an 'Oracle' was kind enough to look into their stats and inform them of it. But even seeing the oracle had its price. A price so high that low-ranking vampires like him can't even imagine possessing.

That was also the reason why creatures often just went with the flow and keep hunting. If they were able to evolve through that, then it was their luck, if not... well, then they could only get power through obtaining new and powerful skills.

That being said, werewolf blood was known to be a stimulant that could make the vampires aware of the fact that whether they could evolve or not. This was the reason, why the two of them desperately wanted to taste some werewolf blood.

They were happy when they found a lone werewolf kid roaming around the streets but now, that kid was nowhere to be seen and instead of him they had some new kid who was standing in front of them with his face covered with what looked like his shirt.

'I don't know what this thing is,' Jacob thought as he assumed battle stance, 'But our plan would work as long as he has some werewolf genes in that blood of his. However, if he is an undead like I suspect then that would complicate the matter.'

Just like a werewolf's blood was a precious potion for them, the blood was the Undead was poison. The vampires could only feed on the blood of the living, like humans, beasts, and werewolves. However, they could not feed on the blood of the undead because their rotten blood could make their powers degrade and in some cases, it could even kill them.

That was the reason why the vampires always avoid the undead. In fact, it felt like nature's plan to perfectly balance everything. The Vampires were usually strong against the werewolves. It was said that a werewolf had to have twice the number of levels as a vampire to even think about fighting them on equal footing.

While the werewolves could easily take care of the undead who were less than twice their level. But for an undead to kill a vampire... they only had to be about half of their level. Of course, this was only a rough estimation and there had been cases in the past that have proven these estimations wrong.

But just to be on the safer side, they usually followed this estimation. However, when Jacob tried to know the level of the weird kid in front of him, he couldn't see a thing. As a result, he was hesitant to fight him, even though he was a kid and there were two of them.

Nevertheless, Mera's stubbornness was giving him no choice. They were blooded and bonded together, which meant if one of them dies, the other one dies too. Since Mera was going to fight the kid, the only sensible thing to do was to aid her.

'Let's fight then....'