Vampyrum - Chapter 4: Flight

   After returning to Loganberg Drive, Devon tried to test out his flying.
   "How do I start?" Devon said aloud to himself as he examined his new wings. He tilted them to get a good angle and couldn't help but smile. He always had dreams of being a Vampire. Much like how he looked now, but without all the fur.
   He would dream about flying around the city and meeting up with his friends (who also were Vampires in his dream) as well as meeting up with other Vampires.
   In one of his dreams that he recalls vividly, Devon was trapped in a hillbilly's bathroom. They've kidnapped him inside there and plan to torture him. He looked over to the window and noticed that the frame was barred, preventing him from opening the window to escape. He heard the hillbillies chatting up a storm as he was trying to find some way to escape. He opened the bathroom mirror, and to his luck, found a screwdriver. He dashed to the window to see what kind of screw head he was working with. It was cross-shaped. he darted back to the screwdriver and smiled excitedly as the screwdriver was also cross-shaped.
   Devon took the screwdriver and opened the window. He began to unscrew with the helpful tool. He managed to unscrew all four screws and removed the metal bars from the window frame. After that, he spread his wings and took flight, managing to escape.
   That was only one of some of the Vampire dreams he had, but didn't quite make out their meaning. He was into studying a lot about dreams and psychology, among other things, which deemed him pretty smart by his friends.
   He wanted to try and glide first, to get the sense of how he should fly.
   Devon began to climb up one of the trees in Loganberg Drive. He was at the top and felt a little terrified. He proceeded to look down to the ground. What he saw scared him immensely.
   Oh man! I climbed too high! Devon began to panic. Why the fuck did I do this? I can't even get down! Devon froze to his spot in the tree, trembling.
   If I failed, he began to reconsider. I might end up falling face first and die on the spot!
   Devon looked down once more and took a deep, but worrisome breath. He readied himself to try and jump off his bough, trembling like a cat would in this predicament.
   "It's okay." He tried to reassure himself. "I have to leave this branch eventually." He crouched on his branch after taking some more breaths, then jumped of the bough with his wings outstretched. He saw the ground below him and began to flap wildly like he was drowning. Unfortunately, his attempt failed and crashed to the ground. Surprisingly, nothing was broken as he jumped thirty-five feet off the ground.
   It didn't work too well, but at least he didn't die. He looked at his wings and realized that they weren't designed to glide. He grimaced at the notion of the incapability of gliding. He decided to try again with the flying and climbed up the tree again.

   After four more tries after the first attempt, he began to get a sense of what he needed to do.
   "Okay, so to keep myself airborne," He spoke aloud again, assuring himself that nobody was around to hear him. "I need to take off like a plane, or a goose. I need a running start." He realized that he was too big to just jump like a smaller bird such ass a crow or a pigeon. He looked at the bough that he was continuously using to teach himself to fly. It was too short to get a good running start, but maybe there was another way.
   "Instead of just simply jumping, I can launch myself at an angle." He pointed at the tree with his right wingtip that used to be his index finger. "The speed and angle will give me enough morale to take flight appropriately." He tried to sound smart, but was pretty sure he had no idea what he was talking about. He took to the tree once more.
   He climbed it to the top and crouched himself at the corner of the trunk and branch of the tree. He did feel like his plan could work. He counted down from five in his head, imagining himself flying like a bat all across the city with his new capabilities. After he got to one he sprang out of his tree like a frog and flapped vigorously. He looked down and was amazed that he was actually flying. Devon. Flying. He couldn't believe his eyes as he continued to stay airborne with his power of his wings.
   However, a new problem entered his thoughts.
   "How the fuck do I turn!?"