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The Transmigrated Vampire

Author: Neotera
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In an experimental facility in another world, Ashton dies shortly after an experiment and wakes up on earth, as a vampire.

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Chapter 1Number 0

On the planet Neotera in a small underground base used for experiments.

"Number 0! Dr Saeva[1] wants to see you."

Number 0 or Ashton instantly shivered. Dr Saeva was a human monster.

He didn't care no matter how inhuman his tests were, he would proceed. He only cared about his experiments.

The majority of subjects who are brought to Dr Saeva don't return alive. Most of them are used in his newest and most dangerous experiments.

Ashton felt terror, he couldn't even stand. The guard knew why, but if he was late he would get punished so he hastily entered the cage where each subject was held and pulled Ashton out.

Ashton was 16 years old. He was in the experiment facility for years. Unsure whether it was luck or not he survived all the experiments.

Despite being 16 year old he was small for his age and very skinny. Easily being dragged away Ashton could only try and prepare himself.

The guard and Ashton walked down a long white corridor passing several doors on the process.

Once the guard and Ashton reached the door to Dr Saeva's room the guard stopped and knocked slowly.

"Dr Saeva, I've brought him." The guard spoke emotionlessly.

"Good, enter." An eerie voice called out to the duo.

Even the guard was shaken slightly hearing the doctors voice, regardless he still opened the door albeit slightly hesitating.

Ashton could hear the creaking from the door showing it hasn't been cleaned or oiled for a while.

The room had no windows and only the one door which they entered through. The whole room was a very bright white.

There was a single metal chair in the middle of the room. It had occasional red stains on it which Ashton assumed was rust.

Beside the metal chair, there was a metallic desk. The desk was around waist high allowing Ashton to see all the different tools and syringes meticulously placed on it.

When Ashton looked at the different syringes one stood out to his. A small syringe with a red substance inside. For a second Ashton thought he saw the red substance move.

Ashton was forced into the chair by the guard despite his struggles and protest. Leather restraints that were attached to the chair were wrapped around his wrists and ankles restricting his movements.

Once Ashton sat in the chair all. his emotions started running wild. Despite all the fear and rage, he felt slightly relieved. All his pain and suffering would finally come to an end.

"Dont worry we wont be finished that soon." Dr Saeva said while caressing my face.

Before Ashton had a chance to respond Dr Seava picked up one of the syringes from the metal tray and injected him with the substance inside it.

A cold feeling spread around Ashtons body making him shiver. "Ahh!" Ashton shouted as the once cold feeling turned into pain. He could feel as all his bones started to destroy themselves. Once his bones were destroyed they would start to heal.

The process would repeat all over again. Whenever Ashton would pass out from the pain he would be instantly woken up again because of the pain.

This whole process lasted several minutes until it finally stopped. Ashtons breath was ragged while he painfully raised his head to look at Dr Saeva. The reason he was injected with that syringe was to strenghten his bones, this would give him a higher chance of survival when being injected with the final syringe.

When Ashton saw Dr Saeva picked up another syringe from the metallic tray he was too fatigued to protest.

When Dr Saeva injected Ashton with the second syringe instead of feeling a bone chilling coldness he felt warmth.

It started as a comforting warmth slowly increasing in tempature. After a minute his blood felt like it was being boiled. After five minutes he felt like lava was flowing through his veins. Ashtons voice was dry from screaming and his eyes were dry from crying.

The effects only started passing after more then ten minutes. Ashton could faintly hear Dr Saeva laughing happily.

"Only a few have lived until this point." Despite saying this cheerfuly he had a sinister smile on his face.

Seeing him start to pick up a third syringe Ashton started to beg Dr Saeva to stop. Hearing Ashtons begging only made Dr Saeva's smile grow bigger.

This time Ashton could'nt even resist when Dr Saeva started to inject Ashton with the syringe.

When Ashton was injected he felt neither hot of cold insted he felt an unbearable itch all around his body. He felt as if millions of ants were biting his flesh at the same time.

When Ashton looked at his hand he saw his skin start had started to fall off. Once the skin fell off he could see as new skin would start to grow back only to fall off again repeating the loop.

Ashton felt like he was been stabbed continusously hundreds off times.

While sitting in the chair looking at Dr Saeva he only had two thoughts on his mind.

"When will I die" Was the first thought while "How could I kill him" was the second.

Once the second thought appeared in his mind it became the only thing he could think about.

All the different ways he could kill Dr Saeva became his solace. His light at the end of the tunnel during the torturous pain.

Feeling Ashtons gaze Dr Saeva said mockingly "Aw, don't look at me like that, I'll blush."

Ashtons gaze turned cold while he watched as Dr Saeva picked the final syringe from the table.

The syringe that Dr Saeva was holding was the one that had caught his attention when he first entered the room.

"You're the only subject to survive till this point." While saying this Dr Saeva started to inject Ashton with the final syringe.

Once it entered Ashtons blood stream nothing happened at first. Once a few seconds past the pain kicked in.

The last syringe attacked his every fibre of being. His mouth felt pain as well as his eyes but the worst part was his stomach.

He felt a gut wrenching hunger that was out of this world. The moment he looked at Dr Saeva all he could see was his neck. All he could hear was Dr Saevas heart beating.

Dr Saeva moved closer to Ashton to see whether he was still alive or not.

When he started to move closer to Ashton the guard tried to stop him but quickly moved back when he saw how Dr Saeva glares at him.

When Dr Saeva got closer to Ashton and saw no movements he picked up his hand to check his pulse.

"Tch!" When he tried too see if there was a pulse he was disappointed when he felt nothing.

Just as Dr Saeva started to move away Ashton broke through the leather restraints and grabbed Dr Saeva.

The moment Ashton grabbed him a mixture of his rage and primal instincts kicked in as he bit Dr Saevas neck.

The guard reacted slowly from shock but started to move towards Ashton and Dr Saeva.

When Ashton drank Dr Saevas blood his hunger slowly decreased. Dr Saeva couldn't even react almost like he was paralysed.

By the time the guard reached Ashton he had already killed Dr Saeva. The guard attacked Ashton hitting the back of his head knocking him to the ground.

Ashtons vision slowly got darker while he was lying in a puddle of blood and skin.

Just before he died Ashton smiled. He had managed to kill Dr Saeva.

...

Ashton started to slowly gain consciousness. He looked around slightly seeing he was in a alleyway.

Despite being in a a strange environment he felt strangely calm despite his hunger. When he looked to his left he saw a young boy wearing a school uniform.

Feeling his stomachs hunger Ashton smiled. He didn't know why he wanted to drink the young boys blood, but he didn't care.

"He should do finely." After saying this Ashton started walking the towards the youth.

[1]Saeva is Latin for cruel.

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