Fangs Across Eternity

A demon at night

Later that day…

“What happened here?” His mother’s voice cut through as she returned with the younger ones.

“Uhmm… I cooked,” Adrian said awkwardly.

His mother raised a brow. “You cooked? And that explains why the dining table looks like a battlefield?”

“I see why you hated cooking before. You might’ve destroyed the whole house if you tried more often,” his brother Theron laughed.

“Exactly. Why did you even bother today? I thought scholars like you said cooking was for illiterates or women?” Lydia mocked with a scornful smirk.

Adrian blinked, ‘Scholars don’t cook? It’s for women and illiterates? What kind of idiot was this body’s original owner? If he had said that online back on Earth, the women’s brigade would have torn him apart’.

“I was hungry,” Adrian replied smoothly. “ It was an accident. So I decided to make something. My head was light and… I knocked the table over”

“I’ll have to call the carpenter to fix it,” his mother muttered, heading to the kitchen.

“Let’s see what you actually cooked,” Theron followed his mother to the kitchen and lifted the pot lid. The rich aroma burst out instantly, making all of them pause.

“Wait… Lydia, didn’t you say Big Bro couldn’t cook?” Clara asked, eyes sparkling.

“This smells amazing…” Theron muttered, practically drooling. Even their stomachs growled in unison.

Adrian folded his arms proudly. I lived alone for years in my past life. No girlfriend to spoil me, no money to waste on fast food. Cooking was survival.

“Alright, sit down. I’ll serve you,” he said, pulling out plates.

The first bite silenced the room.

“Yummy! This is delicious!” Clara exclaimed with a full mouth.

Before long, everyone was digging in happily. When they finished, Lydia packed the dishes, and Adrian went to his room with Theron.

“You should cook more often, Big Bro,” Theron said, already back to his book.

Hours later, Lydia knocked on their door. “Brother Adrian, Dad is back.”

Adrian stood immediately. Theron, eyes still on his pages, muttered, “Good luck.”

Adrian found his father finishing dinner. The man looked up, surprisingly calm.

“Your cooking is quite good,” his father said first. “Sit.”

Adrian obeyed.

“How was work today?” he asked politely.

His father chuckled. “Drop the small talk. I’ve spoken with my superiors. Tomorrow, you’ll follow me to the force. You’re joining.”

“Alright, Sir,” Adrian sighed inwardly but kept his face composed.

Then, curiosity struck. “Father… you’re a police officer, but why are you always home early? Don’t you ever take night patrols?” The memories of the body’s former owner showed this man always returned before dark.

His father laughed like it was the most natural thing. “The first rule of this city: never walk outside at night. Even officers don’t. There’s a special unit that handles night duties. Ordinary police are civilians too, just with authority.”

He stretched, standing from his seat. “Don’t worry about tomorrow, the police job actually pays well and isn’t as dangerous as you think.”

But Adrian wasn’t thinking about money. His father’s previous statement echoed in his mind.

‘No one walks at night. Special forces patrol instead. Is it because of demons? Monsters?’

“Doesn’t that mean we’re living in constant danger? What if something enters our house? How do people sleep like this…?” Adrian muttered, unsettled.

Back in his room, he found Theron asleep. Adrian lay down, staring at the ceiling.

“This world is crazy. These people are crazy too…”

Sleep claimed him, in his sleep, he began to hear strange voices

‘Xhal’thruun…graxith…vho’ren……Zhrak’thol… ven’ahr…’

His body twitched on the bed. The whispers grew sharper, overlapping, like dozens of mouths speaking directly into his skull.

Adrian met himself in an unfamiliar environment, He stood in a forest, moonlight breaking through twisted trees. Shadows slithered

“Starving… those damn transcendents won't let us hunt… but now… fresh prey…” he began to hear different voices, then red eyes, pale faces, creatures with fangs glistening began to appear.

Without a doubt, these are likely vampires.

They rushed him with unnatural speed. He barely registered movement before darkness swallowed everything.

The next scene was carnage, mangled corpses of the vampires scattered at his feet. Blood everywhere. He blinked in horror.

“Did… did I do this?”

Darkness again as he blacked out.

A new scenario appeared. He was now in the middle of town, walking like a puppet.

“Stop! Identify yourself!” A squad of three people surrounded him, weapons drawn.

“Careful. I can feel terrifying energy from him,” one muttered.

“Damn… a demon?” another hissed.

“Take it down!” their leader barked.

A fireball roared toward him. A blade of lightning sliced the air. A dagger came straight for his throat.

A massive, hairy fox like tail erupted from behind him, deflecting the strikes with a metallic clang. It whipped forward, smashing one of them into a wall.

Adrian’s heart pounded. What the hell is happening to me?

The battle blurred, darkness as he kept blacking out and coming to see flashes of fighting scenes.

The special squad fought like elites. Two pressed him with relentless speed, trying to keep him pinned. The third knelt behind, chanting, drawing silver moonlight into a ritual.

Adrian staggered, rage bubbling. His vision flickered, monstrous claws tearing through the air.

The ritual flared, a holy radiance burst forth, burning against his skin like acid.

Then, once again, total blackout, but this time, Adrian jolted awake, coughing violently. Sweat drenched his body.

“What kind of insane dream was that…? Who were those people?”

For the first time since transmigrating, Adrian was afraid to close his eyes or look outside the window.

He stumbled into the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and then sat at his desk.

Taking out a pen, ink, and a small notebook, he began writing down everything he knew about this world and the dream in his Earth language.

At the bottom of the page, he scrawled, ‘How to survive in this world?’