MARVEL -BLACK SPIDERMAN

The girl's frantic movements ceased as she fixed her suspicious gaze on Peter. The eerie white glow in her eyes gradually faded.

"Are you Spider-Man?"

Her tall figure moved forward, her voice filled with curiosity.

"I've seen you on the news."

The woman, exuding an oppressive yet oddly captivating aura, stared at Peter and continued, "You're not a vampire, are you?"

Though she sensed an energy from Peter reminiscent of a vampire, it was distinctly different from the traditional vampire essence she recognized.

"No. Who are you?" Peter asked warily, his guard up.

The girl's lips curved slightly as she replied, "You can call me the Vampire Queen."

Her gaze swept over the dense jungle surroundings as her tone turned serious. "This place is dangerous. You shouldn't be here."

Peter, taken aback by her condescending demeanor, blinked momentarily before regaining his composure.

He ignored her warning and pressed, "So, you're part of the vampire race?"

The Vampire Queen shook her head as she flexed her wrists. "You could say that, but I'm not like the dark creatures you're familiar with. We're from different worlds."

She turned her sharp eyes toward the deeper shadows of the jungle, her expression grave. "Dark creatures roam this forest. If you don't want to become their prey, leave now."

Her tone was dismissive, almost patronizing. Peter didn't appreciate it, though his expression remained neutral.

"Really? I think your outfit might be more dangerous than me," he quipped.

Before the words fully left his mouth, the Vampire Queen moved like lightning, disappearing into the forest's shadows. In a blink, she reappeared, clutching a struggling figure by its throat.

The humanoid "monster" she held thrashed violently, emitting guttural sounds as her iron grip tightened.

"Who sent you? Where is your base?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.

"I... I don't know!" the creature rasped, coughing as it struggled to speak.

Peter, observing the scene, realized the monster was about to meet its end.

"He's just a person in a costume," Peter interjected calmly. "You won't get any answers by killing him."

The Vampire Queen froze momentarily, processing his words. Then, with a sharp motion, she ripped the mask from the "monster's" face, revealing a terrified man beneath.

She tossed him to the ground with a thud, her voice laced with irritation. "Why are you dressed like that?"

The man, coughing and gasping for air, managed to stammer, "I'm... I'm just a reporter!"

"Reporter?" The Vampire Queen raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled.

"Yes," the man explained, trembling. "I heard rumors of mysterious activity here, so I came to investigate." He pointed to the camera hanging around his neck.

"And the mask?" she asked impatiently.

"It was just... a prank," he admitted, his voice shaking. "I wanted to get into the spirit of the place."

Without responding, she turned to Peter, giving him a sidelong glance.

Then, with a powerful leap, black wings unfurled from her back. She shot into the sky, leaving behind a gust of wind and a scattering of leaves.

Peter vanished as well, leaving the reporter to pick himself up.

"What... was that?" the man muttered, his face pale as he surveyed the deserted area.

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Meanwhile, the Vampire Queen—Antonia Aguilar—had returned to her car. Clad in a yellow trench coat, she sped toward the suburbs, the wind whipping past her face.

Her phone buzzed, displaying an unread message. With one hand on the steering wheel, she answered the call.

"Collins, I told you not to bother me while I'm working," she said sharply.

The voice on the other end, belonging to her butler, replied calmly, "Miss, you've been working for 32 hours straight."

Antonia smirked, pressing harder on the accelerator. "I'm not like ordinary creatures, Collins. Sleep is... optional for me."

"Very well. I've sent your belongings from Los Angeles to your New York residence, as requested," Collins informed her.

"Good," she replied. "What about the villa I'm renting?"

"I've taken care of it," Collins said. "The house has a reputation for being haunted. It seems... fitting for you."

Antonia chuckled. "Indeed, it does."

Before ending the call, she added, "Oh, one more thing—look into this Spider-Man. I want to know everything about him."

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Back at the villa, Antonia unpacked her belongings, including a chilling trophy: the head of Dracula, a grim reminder of her past triumphs.

Though she was no ordinary vampire, her lineage and history with creatures of the dark gave her a unique perspective. She had once been prey but now lived as a hunter.

Sipping a glass of red wine, she reviewed footage of Spider-Man's battle on the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Interesting," she murmured. "Not an enemy... yet."

As the moonlight bathed her surroundings, Antonia's thoughts lingered on the growing dark presence in New York—and the peculiar Spider-Man who had crossed her path.

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