Transmigrated into a Vampire System: Rise of the Blood Lord

Ryan hadn't slept in days.

The weight of exhaustion pressed down on him, turning every breath into a struggle. His hands trembled as he gripped his blanket, his eyes darting around the room as if something lurked in the shadows. The voices… they wouldn't stop. The whispers. The sounds. The feeling of being watched.

He couldn't take it anymore.

Ryan sat hunched on the edge of his bed, his skin pale, his eyes sunken and rimmed with dark circles. His body was failing him, breaking under the terror that wrapped around his soul like chains.

He turned to Damian, his voice raw with desperation. "We need to do something," he whispered.

Damian barely looked up from his phone, pretending not to care. "Do what?"

Ryan clenched his fists. "You know what! The whispers! The writing on the walls! The shadows! This isn't normal!" His voice cracked. "It's him, Damian. It's Ethan."

At the mention of that name, the room grew colder.

Mason shifted uncomfortably on his bed, avoiding eye contact. Damian, however, let out a scoff. "Don't be stupid, Ryan. Ethan's dead."

Ryan's breath hitched. "Then who's doing this?"

Damian didn't answer. He couldn't.

Ryan could see it—the flicker of doubt in Damian's eyes, the slight twitch of his jaw. He was scared too. But Damian was too proud to admit it.

Ryan's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's going to kill us."

Damian tensed, gripping his phone tighter. "Go to sleep, Ryan."

Ryan let out a humorless laugh. "Sleep? You think I can sleep after everything that's happened?" He shook his head, his voice trembling. "I hear him, Damian. At night. Breathing. Whispering. Watching."

Damian exhaled sharply and threw his blanket over himself, turning away. "You're just imagining things."

Ryan's lips parted, his stomach twisting with helplessness.

No one was going to help him.

No one believed him.

And that meant he was alone.

That night, Ryan lay in bed, wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling.

The room was dark, but not silent. It never was anymore.

Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind outside made his heart pound. He clutched his blanket tightly, his breath shaky.

Then he heard it.

Soft. Subtle.

Breathing.

Right next to him.

Ryan's chest constricted. His body locked up, frozen in place.

It was close. Too close.

A cold sweat broke out on his skin. Slowly—so painfully slowly—he reached for the lamp on his nightstand. His fingers trembled as they brushed against the switch.

He turned it on.

The room lit up.

Nothing.

His heart hammered painfully against his ribs. He swallowed hard, trying to convince himself it was his imagination. Maybe he really was losing his mind.

But then…

Something pulled at him.

A strange urge.

Look in the mirror.

Ryan's pulse spiked. He didn't want to look. He shouldn't look.

But something compelled him.

His breath was shallow as he turned his head towards the mirror across the room.

His reflection stared back at him, pale and shaking.

And behind him—

A figure.

Tall. Dark. Unmoving.

Red eyes gleamed like embers in the night.

A face he thought he would never see again.

Ethan.

Ryan's throat closed up. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. His whole body seized with paralyzing terror. His fingers dug into the mattress as he fought to move, to run, to escape.

Then—Ethan smiled.

A slow, cruel, knowing smile.

Ryan let out a broken sob as he finally found his voice.

A scream tore through the room.

The door burst open.

Mason and Damian stumbled in, panic in their eyes. "Ryan!"

Ryan was curled in the corner of the room, his body trembling violently. He rocked back and forth, gripping his arms, his breath coming out in sharp, ragged gasps. His eyes were wide, filled with pure horror.

Mason rushed to him. "Ryan! What happened?"

Ryan didn't look up.

He didn't blink.

He only whispered.

"He's here… he's here… he's here…"

Damian took a step back, his stomach twisting into knots.

This wasn't normal.

This wasn't just paranoia.

Ryan had broken.

And deep down, Damian knew—he would be next.

Somewhere outside, in the cold night air, Ethan stood beneath the glow of the moon.

The sound of Ryan's scream still echoed in his ears, a symphony of fear that made his blood hum with power.

The system whispered to him.

[Fear Points Accumulated: +800]

A dark, satisfied smile curled on Ethan's lips.

This was only the beginning.

They thought they had suffered?

No.

He would make sure they truly understood pain.

One by one, he would break them.

And then—

Only then—

Would he grant them the mercy of death.