-The only thing I truly miss from my time as a human would be the music. As exciting as it is to slowly raise my stats into something worth fearing, doing so without the proper musical background is a tad tedious. Any montage of quality requires a score to put that evil twang in it, some trombones to give it an extra flair of evil.

But the only true music I can enjoy, especially so at this time of the night, is the far-away murring of some road that hasn't been left completely deserted at this hour. The red-light district, perhaps? Oh, to set 1000 mosquitos in flight inside of a brothel-! An excellent plan to create confusion of the highest order, but I'm not sure if I want my mosquitos contaminated by fifteen different STD's. Might be a bit of a bother.

People really shouldn't fear me for the diseases I carry, but for my blood-sucking abilities and devastating strategic launches! Alas, forcing this belief into people requires some talking on my part, something I am yet incapable of. Speaking of my Noise level, have a look at my stats.

David Branner Bloodsucker Level 1/25 Power Health 25/25 Blood 100/100

Status

Flight 33 Succ 11 Defence 33 Noise 33

Skills

Mitosis (2 or 5 Blood/Use) Evolution Bloodwork

As you can see, I was in the middle of levelling it all up. My evil army is at a standstill in terms of numbers, but my stats rise every minute. The only stat I have actually had the time to test would be the Noise stat, since I can do so without moving. You may regard me as you wish, but moving means having to re-inform all my underlings about the change about to take place.

Sometime, I'll find an old warehouse somewhere to live it up in. I'd love to have an evil-scientist kind of persona, but I'm really more of the strategic type. Mini-armour for my mosquito underlings is something I crave deeply, but I do not have the genius to mass-produce it.

Excuse the digression, back on Noise. Since it is night, I have actually been able to test out the very loudest I can go, which seems to be around the noise of a loud whisper. Slightly louder than a regular mosquito, but... Nothing too impressive. My theory about it is that one level in noise increases my range by one decibel, but I have yet to prove it.

Speaking of theories, I still haven't got any workable theory around the most basic unit I work with, namely, Blood. I do not know how many ml a normal mosquito can hold, but if I did, that would be ten points, and from there, I could make a workable blood-to-Blood chart. Sadly, that is beyond my ability at the moment.

...I wonder, exactly how can I hold 100 Blood, while a normal mosquito, hardly any smaller than I, can only hold 10? Superpowers aside, this is quite the mystery.

...

Hm? You're still here-? I have nothing more to report. The plan is working well, my stats are quickly increasing... is there anything I could supply you with beside a repo-,

Something whizzes by my face, and I notice only moments later that the only thing that saved me were my wings, my instinct of flight. My chest heaves, and I glance at the thing, trying to calm my erratically beating heart. Down there, in the murky depths of the fountain, a lone frog sits, staring at me with those bulbous eyes of his. He licks his lips, and I understand his intention.

...-All squadrons report to base, I repeat, all squadrons report to base, it is an emergenc-,

The thing whizzes past me once more, and I am only barely fast enough to dodge. Noticing danger, my five personal bodyguard approach me at speeds faster than any normal mosquito could ever hope to achieve, their beady eyes staring with anger and fury at the careless enemy before us. He licks his lips once more, the tongue being so bold as to even lick his open eye.

Disgusting fetishist! Bodyguards, spread out!

So I shout, watching in mild glee as my Bloodsuckers happily throw themselves at the truck-sized toad for me, lodging their needle-like mouthholes into his backs, undoubtedly causing great pain. The frog croaks, and shakes his body, forcing about three of the bodyguards to be thrown clean off. The two others still on his back suck his blood with all their might, but even so, it won't be enough.

Then again, it doesn't have to be enough. This frog, this utter fool, doesn't know that we are but an appetizer (not in the literal sense, I dread the thought) for the main course yet to come. We just have to ensure that I don't die. If I die, this might as well all have been for nought.

But even so, knowing that their lives are useless in the grand scheme, my bodyguards fight valiantly, some buzzing around his head to annoy him into submission, others simply biting into his back. It means nothing to the frog. A bite to the back is met with a crushing palm attack, killing them on the spot, splattering their insides and the blood of their victim onto the fountain. An annoying buzz is met with a tongue to the face, dragging them into the pits of hell, a fate worse than death.

In the end, only two of us remain, I and a single bodyguard. I can tell his health is critically low. He only just barely evaded a palm strike before, but lost three legs and part of his chest in the attack. Even if we don't die here and now, he will surely succumb.

The frog stares at us. Uncaring eyes not understanding the severity of the sin he is about to commit. I glance at my underling, my dear underling, borne of blood.

...Toad, you cunning swamp of lard, you know not of my plans, of the future my living will lead to! The atrocities I will commit, the evil acts I will see through to the very end! Take my life, and you shall see none of it! Take my life, and I shall curse you. Take his life...

I glance to my bodyguard. He looks back, fury and determination burning in there, smouldering together with the indomitable need for revenge, to protect.

...And I shan't forgive you.

It stares at me, blinking slowly.

The frog notices it first. His head swivels around, fearlessly turning his back on myself. And then, I hear it as well. A humming. Like the murmur of traffic, the screaming of a million very small babies, or something mundane like that. But right now, it feels anything but mundane.

It comes nearer, growing in intensity, and I can tell that it, just like myself and my bodyguard, are fueled by rage. In the dark of the night, it might as well have been invisible, but when illuminated by an overhead yellow-ish light, it is all too clear what it is.

More than half a thousand mosquitos. All nearing, all growling.

They swarm the unsuspecting frog, becoming a cyclone much like the one I entered to evolve. But now, they are of a far less well-meaning nature. The frog fruitlessly paws at the mosquitos, stretching his tongue out to catch them, only to have both of them impaled by dozens of mosquitos all at once. His back fares no better, a solid sheath of mosquitos forming a black layer atop it. He attempts to close his eyes, to at least keep them out of there, but there is no hope. If their proboscis do not penetrate his eyes, they draw blood from his eyelids.

It cannot escape. I watch in glee as its skin flakes and pales, flesh losing blood and life, bones drying up. When the mosquitos have had their fill, when they leave his withered and decaying body alone, he can only barely give a croak, a dying whisper, before he dies, sucked dry.

Keh. Kehehehehhehe! Good, very good! I am most proud of you, my darling underlings! You have done most well, I must say-,

3 Levels have been gained.

-Now, what is this-?