Chapter 3: Charitable Donations
He drank slowly but deeply, gaining various miscellaneous memories as he quickly hunted for the information he wanted, while also gaining knowledge over electric maintenance, building maintenance, plumbing, and more knowledge useful for keeping such a fancy apartment building well maintained.
The knowledge he would definitely find a use for in the future, even if he planned to build his own house or modify one.
He found the Doctor, a rude man by the name of Harrison Burns.
He lived in one of the large apartments on the top floor, there only being 2 apartments each on the top 4 floors, as a single apartment took a whole side of the building.
Once he finished he pulled away from the man, quickly moving as he jumped out the window.
He dropped the three stories and landed without even a grunt or huff from the sudden landing. No strain, it felt like he simply stepped down a stair.
Looking up the building he found some gutter pipes that lead all the way to the roof that was out of the way of the windows.
Confirming it could hold his wait he began to scale it quickly, that feeling of power only strong now that he had fed. It was slight, but noticeable still.
What would happen if he drank someone dry? If the last three people he fed from, only got around 5-ish percent of blood from each person, how large a jump would all the blood be?
He had a feeling he would find out sooner than later.
By the time he reached the roof did he easily flip over and land onto the roof.
Acrobatics like that felt so natural now, he would need to take time to learn the absolute limits of his current body, and how much those changed as he got stronger.
Coming to the door he noticed it was locked, clicking his tongue in annoyance he thought about testing his new strength to warp the lock slightly, but since he really didn't want to leave any evidence of him being here he instead went to the edge of the roof again to the north of the building.
Lowering down he came to one of the dark windows, this was the apartment of the Doctor, the first few windows were locked, but there was one that lead to a bathroom that was open slightly.
Opening it slowly and carefully he snuck in, his hearing told him the man was sleeping so he moved to find him in the bedroom.
With no one else in the large apartment, Harry leaned forward and sunk his fangs into the man's neck. He would take his time, to get all the memories and skills he could, as well as to empower himself for his next idea.
The knowledge of medicine, training, techniques, and surgery techniques was extensive. Even compared to the nurse from before, this mans knowledge far exceeded her own, even into how medicine was made, how to mix it, what could be made with new mixtures, the good, and the bads.
All the skills he had throughout his life settled into Harry's own repertoire now, making him masterfully knowledgeable in the words of doctors. Though apparently there was another practice, older practice. They called it 'Traditional Chinese Medicine.'.
Burns thought it all 'Hogwash' just useless babbling, but that didn't stop them from proving that there were still many of the old practices that were effective, especially some of the more 'abnormal' ones.
Magical practices?
Harry learned more, about just how 'High' Burns was on the totem pole of human lives, which was high. High enough to be allowed to know the information he most likely shouldn't, even if it was only from a not so 'reputable' source, something to check out once Harry amassed strength.
He stopped drinking, using his closeness to will the man to wake up.
Burns slowly came to, only for his foggy mind to focus on the glowing green eyes, which only seemed to slowly become blue, something Harry didn't miss in the reflection of the man's eyes.
Maybe it was because he was focused so hard on his ability to influence the mind?
~I am your younger cousin H-... Daniel, my Aunt asked for absolute secrecy about my existence since she doesn't want me found yet, I am a genius of medical techniques and can absorb knowledge quickly. Because of it, she has asked you to contact a 'tutor' for each subject and multiple branches of knowledge. But it is to remain secret, she wishes to reveal me to the world on my 18th Birthday, where I will 'officially' begin working under you in my studies. She wants to take the world by storm.~
The influence began to settle in, the man relaxing as he began to see Harry as family, no need to be on edge with family after all, especially not a kid as young as Daniel.
~No one is to know I exist, and if people ask why you invite them, it is t talk about their respective field, because with you so masterfully knowing surgery techniques, you are looking to build connections to raise your reputation.~
~Tomorrow when you wake up, you'll remember needing to go out and shop for clothing for me.~
Harry held this feeling he had over the man for a few moments longer before he slowly released it, Burns yawned loudly before he rolled over on his bed, easily falling back asleep.
Once Harry had finished that he straightened himself out, he felt drained, an influence that strong had left him with a slight headache.
But he did learn the word for what he was doing. 'Compulsion.' used a method to make people believe what he commanded, blurring their own rationality and replacing it with his own.
Harry chose to do this for a few reasons.
One, Burns was filthy rich, being a surgeon of high reputation had him traveling occasionally everywhere to 'House Calls' Which would leave Harry pretty much alone to do as he pleased.
Two, this rich man also made it easy to get whatever he wanted, items, people, and knowledge.
Three, using the man he would be able to raise the nurse's status again, allowing her to go back into practice and to get her life in order, he owed her this since it was her blood that he gained this opportunity.
Four, after having lived like a slave with the Dursleys, it was time he lived a rich life, the same life they tried so hard to fight to obtain, and within not even 12 hours after having run away, he was the secret younger cousin genius to a rich man, with a family just as rich.
The fifth and final reason was that he needed to find out how long his compulsions lasted without him 'reapplying' them. Where they forever, did they lest a certain amount of time, could it be influenced by how much 'power' he put into it?
Depending on the order, would it influence the time, would people harm themselves if he commanded it, and if not... Could he eventually make them?
No matter what, he was tired, not physically but mentally. He hadn't yet accepted all the changes that had come, he had simply started to ride a train, that kept going and going without him being in control of its speed.
He wanted to take some time to reassess everything... To plan and understand his new changes, to learn the implications of them.
Were there more like him? If so, would he be accepted into their society, or would he be an outcast?
If there wasn't more of him, was it possible to create more? That man had passed 'The Blood' onto him, could he pass it on to others, and if so, how strong was it, was it a smaller portion of it, or did it lean more to how strong he was himself?
The cleaning wave from when he had used the warm power inside him to clean the homeless man had affected himself as well, but it had done more. It had fixed his once baggy and loose clothing, cleaning them and restoring them to be new, while strangely also making them fit his size.
That was another thing he needed to look into, and try and control, he had this warmth before his change, meaning it was originally a part of him.
So far with the gathered information, which wasn't exactly a 'lot' when compared to what he needed information-wise.
It seemed mystical in nature, or magical. Able to make things float, clean things, restore things, and even change things?
Could he do more with this warm energy inside him, and why had he only really felt it when he abandoned the ideas of a family or home in that place?
... The Dursleys... They would get what is coming for them, but he would take his time and plan it out, he wasn't sure how he wanted to deal with them quite yet, but it would not be pleasant.
(End)
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