After the portal outing one week passed ,
Eren and Aryan are walking out of the class whe he notice a presence which he is noticing for some time . The smell of a Vampire and the othThe air in the chamber shimmered with tension. Crimson threads, glistening like spider silk, stretched from Fex Sanguinis's fingers to the motionless form of Eren, suspended midair like a puppet waiting for command.
Quin and his whole group was also there trying the ghoul skills and Quin also feel the scent of Vampire .
High above, Fex stood on the cracked of a tree trunk , one hand resting on the trunk, the other twitching with precise, practiced control.
Fex (casually):
"She moves so gracefully, doesn't she? Almost like she was born to dance in blood."
Below, Quinn stared, fists clenched, eyes flickering with a mix of fury and disbelief. Eren dropped silently to the floor, her feet barely making a sound. Her eyes were open—but wrong. Empty. Hollow.
Quinn:
"Fex… you've crossed a line."
Fex (smirking):
"Lines are meant to be crossed when you're a Sanguinis. You of all people should know that, Quinn. Besides..."
He flexed his fingers and Eren lunged forward with a blade in hand, faster than lightning.
"She's not yours to protect."
CLASH! Quinn barely dodged in time, sparks flying as he parried her strike.
She was fast—too fast. Her usual hesitation, her mercy—it was all gone.
Quinn (yelling):
"Eren! Fight it! This isn't you!"
No response. Only silence, and another rapid assault—slashes from angles that shouldn't have been possible. Fex was pulling the strings, enhancing her motion, bypassing pain.
But behind those dead eyes… something flickered. A memory. A name.
Eren (whisper, broken):
"…Aryan?"
Fex's eyes narrowed. A thread of blood snapped slightly in his hand—an imperfection.
Fex (sharply):
"No. You don't get to think. Not when you belong to me now."
With a sudden crack of thunder, the temperature dropped. The trees shimmered with frost. Ice crept across the floor like veins—an ominous chill that stole breath.
Aryan stepped into the chamber.
His eyes locked on Eren. And then, on Fex.
Aryan (coldly):
"Touch her one more time, and I will end your bloodline."
Fex's smirk twitched.
"Ah, the ice prince returns. Took you long enough—"
CRACK!
Aryan moved without a sound. In a blink, the balcony above exploded into shards of ice as Aryan appeared midair, his blade already drawn.
Fex:
"So it's going to be that kind of reunion."
The blood threads snapped as Aryan's sword severed them clean. Eren dropped—but Aryan caught her mid-fall, holding her gently.
Her eyes fluttered. The vacant haze was gone.
Eren (softly, tears forming):
"…You came."
Aryan didn't answer. He simply turned his gaze to Fex—no longer calm, but cruel.
Aryan:
"You made a mistake thinking I wouldn't feel her pain."er person is not following him but Eren . Now Aryan having a rage in ihim ,he also doesn't understanding emotion which is building in him. He knows that the boy is just a prevert kid which like melons very much.
The crypt air was thick with damp and old blood, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows over the stone walls. Eren knelt at the center, body frozen, muscles tensed against his will. His fingers twitched involuntarily, and his breath came in shallow gasps. He was trapped, not by chains, but by the insidious ability of a vampire who should've been no threat at all.
Felix.
Thin, pale, and unassuming, Felix stood before him with a smug smirk curling his lips. His power wasn't strength, speed, or mastery of blood—but the subtle horror of body control. Not minds, not thoughts—just muscles, nerves, limbs. He could dance someone like a puppet, and Eren was his latest string-bound doll.
"You see, Eren," Felix purred, brushing ash from his shoulder, "even the weak have their place. You're strong—but you're not immune. Not to me."
Eren's eyes flared red with rage, but his body wouldn't respond. His fists clenched, not by choice. His head bowed, his legs knelt lower. It was humiliating—watching himself become a servant to someone he could crush in seconds if only his will could move his limbs.
Then, with a sudden shift in the air—pressure, heavy and undeniable—Felix's grin faltered. Shadows peeled away like skin, and from the far side of the crypt came slow, deliberate footsteps.
Aryan.
He didn't speak as he entered. His eyes locked on Eren first—examining, measuring. Then they moved to Felix. Crimson and burning. A storm in stillness.
Felix laughed nervously, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Ah, the infamous Aryan. Don't be so dramatic—I'm only playing a little mindless game. He'll be fine in a few hours—"
Aryan was on him before the word "fine" finished leaving his lips.
A blur of movement, a crack of bone, and Felix was airborne, slammed hard against a crypt pillar. He tried to use his control—attempting to twist Aryan's limbs, force a delay—but Aryan's will was like iron wrapped in fire. Unshakable. Untouchable.
"You dared control him?" Aryan's voice echoed, low and violent.
Felix screamed as Aryan grabbed his arm and twisted until it snapped at the elbow. He followed with a savage kick to the ribs that launched Felix into a wall. The weak vampire gasped, trying to crawl, to speak—but Aryan wasn't finished. Not by far.
He descended on Felix like a storm, blow after precise blow, crushing bones, dislocating limbs, until Felix was a twitching heap on the floor. Aryan crouched beside him, grabbed his jaw, and forced him to look into his eyes.
"You think power comes from making others move? You're nothing but a parasite."
Felix coughed blood, trembling, pain etched in every breath. "Please… I didn't mean… I just wanted to show I was worth something…"
Aryan regarded him with a cold, calculating expression. Then, with a sharp swipe of his claw, he sliced his own wrist and forced a few drops of his blood into Felix's mouth. The healing was instant—but controlled. Just enough to keep him conscious. To make him feel everything.
"I'm sparing you," Aryan said darkly. "Not out of mercy. But so you remember this pain. This defeat. Try anything like this again, and I'll tear your spine out through your throat and make you watch it happen."
Felix wept silently, too broken to speak.
Aryan turned away from him, walking back to Eren, who was slowly regaining control of his limbs. Aryan caught him as he stumbled forward.
"You alright?" he asked.
Eren nodded, shame flickering in his eyes. "I couldn't stop him…"
"You will next time," Aryan said. "Because you'll remember what weakness looks like—and what strength does to it."
The two walked out, leaving Felix behind, battered and broken, the echo of Aryan's warning burning deeper than any wound.
Quinn and his Group was standing in shock wide open mouths with fear in there Eyes.