KID VAMP

 Kyle was the scrawniest 9th grader any of his teachers had ever seen. 5 foot nothing, skinny, pale. He looked like you could knock him over with a feather. And the comic books, Jesus. Don't get the boy talking about superheroes. 99% of the time you couldn't get him to say a word, but when the subject of superheroes came up, you couldn't get him to shut up. He was obsessed. The jocks, preps, hell, even the goths all bullied him.

One night, riding his bike home from the comic book store, some members of the football team started following him and hit him with their pick up truck. He was flung into the woods, severely injured. The football players ran, scared they'd go to jail.

While Kyle lay there bleeding out, a dark figure walked out of the shadows of the forest. A tall, pale man. Moving slowly and gracefully, he picked Kyle up as if he weighed nothing and carried him to the nearby cemetery.

The man laid him on a slab in an open mausoleum. Then with his thumb nail, so sharp it seemed like a claw, he pierced the flesh of his own wrist until he bled. He held the wound up to Kyle's lips. "Drink." he said. And Kyle drank.

In the morning, Kyle awoke in his own bed, assuming he'd just had the weirdest dream of his young life. But when he stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, he found to his horror that he was covered in blood.

Was it true? Had he been nearly killed and turned into a vampire?! He felt strange. Powerful. Thirsty.

He cleaned himself up and spent the next few days testing his limits. He was stronger. Faster. Agile. Beyond his wildest dreams.

He knew what he must do. It's like what Uncle Ben told Spiderman... With great power, comes great responsibility...

Evil better beware. Kid Vamp is on the prowl, and he's thirsty, for justice.