Transmigrated into a Vampire System: Rise of the Blood Lord

Blackwood Academy Had Changed

The school had always been eerie at night—its old hallways creaked under the weight of time, and the wind often whispered through cracks in the windows.

But something was different now.

Something wrong.

The students of Blackwood didn't speak of it out loud, but they all felt it.

A change in the air.

A shift in the shadows.

And no one felt it more than Damian.

It started as a whisper in the back of his mind, an unease that never left. The feeling that someone was watching.

Someone who shouldn't be there.

Damian's two closest lackeys, Mason and Ryan, strolled down the dimly lit hallways toward their dorms.

The school had forced a lights-out rule after the incident. No one mentioned it directly, but everyone knew why.

Ethan was dead.

And somehow, he wasn't.

Mason scoffed, running a hand through his dark hair. "All these damn rules. Just because some loser offed himself, we all have to suffer."

Ryan didn't respond right away. He had been quiet lately—jumpy, almost.

As if he could feel something coming.

"Yeah," Ryan muttered, voice low. "Sucks."

But then—

The lights above flickered.

Both boys stopped mid-step.

A soft breeze curled around their necks, though the windows were shut.

Mason turned, glaring at the flickering bulbs. "Great. Now the power's screwing up too?"

Ryan didn't answer.

His gaze was fixed on the walls.

Mason followed his line of sight and felt his stomach drop.

Their shadows were moving.

Not shifting with their bodies.

Not responding to the flickering lights.

Just… moving on their own.

Mason's breath hitched. "Did you—"

But before he could finish, the shadows snapped back into place.

Normal.

As if nothing had happened.

Ryan swallowed. "Let's just get back to the dorm."

They walked faster.

Behind them, unseen—the shadows twisted again.

Watching. Waiting.

Damian sat alone in the library that evening, pretending to study.

He needed control.

The paranoia was eating at him.

His friends were acting strange, whispering about the missing items, the eerie messages, the voices at night.

And now… the shadows?

No.

Damian refused to believe in ghosts.

He flipped through a textbook, his jaw clenched. Focus.

Then—

The lights dimmed.

The air turned stale.

Damian's pulse slowed.

He turned his head slightly—just enough to glance at the bookshelves behind him.

At first, nothing seemed wrong.

But then—

A shape moved between the shelves.

Slow. Silent. Watching.

Damian's fingers curled into fists.

Ethan?

No. It couldn't be.

He turned back, trying to ignore the creeping chill along his spine.

Then the bookshelf next to him shuddered.

A single book slid out from the shelf and fell to the floor.

Thud.

Damian shot up from his seat. His chest tightened as his eyes darted around the room.

Empty.

There was no one else there.

And yet—

The air felt heavy. Thick.

Like someone was breathing beside him.

Damian grabbed his bag, his hands trembling.

He needed to get out. Now.

He rushed toward the exit, but as he reached for the door handle—

The shadows near the doorway shifted.

A figure stood there.

Dark. Motionless. Watching.

Damian's breath caught in his throat.

The figure had no face. No features.

Just blackness.

He blinked.

And it was gone.

The room was silent.

Damian's chest heaved. His skin was clammy, his pulse hammering in his ears.

He yanked the door open and ran.

That night, Damian lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

The library.

The book.

The figure.

It had to be his mind playing tricks on him.

It had to be.

But why, then, did he still feel like he wasn't alone?

The room was silent.

Mason and Ryan were asleep in their own bunks, their soft breathing the only sound.

Damian turned onto his side, facing the wall.

Maybe, if he closed his eyes, the feeling would go away.

Maybe, if he just—

Creak.

His body froze.

The sound had come from the foot of his bed.

Slowly, dread tightening around his throat, Damian turned his head.

And there—

A figure stood.

Tall. Motionless. Watching.

Damian's body went rigid. His fingers dug into his blanket.

The figure was cloaked in darkness, its face hidden in shadow.

The air turned ice-cold.

His chest tightened. He couldn't breathe.

His hand shook as he reached for the lamp on his nightstand.

Click.

Nothing.

Click. Click.

Still nothing.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

The figure moved.

Damian flinched, gasping for air.

His throat burned with fear, his body frozen in place.

Then—

The whisper came.

Low. Cold. Right in his ear.

"I see you."

Damian threw himself forward, scrambling for the lamp again.

Click.

The light flooded the room.

And—

Nothing.

The figure was gone.

But the fear didn't leave.

Because Damian knew.

He hadn't imagined it.

Something had been there.

And it was coming for him.

Outside the dormitory, in the thick darkness of the school grounds—

Ethan stood.

His new power hummed beneath his skin.

His fingers twitched.

The shadows bent to his will.

He had watched Damian tonight.

Had seen the terror in his eyes.

And it was delicious.

Ethan had once begged for mercy.

Begged for someone to help him.

No one had.

So now, he would show them what true fear felt like.

He would break them slowly.

Make them feel the helplessness he had felt.

This was only the beginning.

Soon—

They would beg.

And Ethan would never grant them mercy.