My Life in Wednesday With a Vampire System

Chapter 149 148 : Dogs

A sound cut through the silence, slow and uneven, a scraping that didn't come from the floor but from above, something dragging itself across the ceiling.

Santiago froze for a split second, then forced herself to move, raising the torch, the beam unsteady as it climbed—

—and stopped.

The girl was on the ceiling.

Clinging to it on all fours, her limbs bent wrong, joints reversed just enough to look unnatural, her head tilted at an angle that shouldn't be possible as her eyes locked onto them.

Her mouth was full of blood.

"God…" Santiago whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

She swarmed forward across the ceiling, fast, her body snapping forward in jerking motions before launching down toward Santiago, her mouth opening wider, stretching unnaturally as she went for her throat.

Santiago didn't move in time.

Ethan did.

He stepped in and kicked her mid-air, the impact clean and direct, sending her flying sideways before she could reach Santiago, her body slamming into the wall hard enough to crack it before she burst through into the next room.

The sound echoed.

Then silence.

Santiago stood there, frozen for a second, her breathing uneven as she turned slowly toward Ethan, shock replacing fear for just a moment.

"You just kicked a little girl…" she said, her voice strained, like her brain hadn't caught up to what she had just seen.

Wednesday didn't look at her.

Her gaze was fixed on the broken wall.

"Are your eyes only for decoration," Wednesday said, her tone flat. "Does that look like an innocent child to you."

Ethan didn't answer, already moving through the broken wall into the next room, as his eyes scanned the space where she should have been.

She wasn't there.

He frowned, confused, because the impact he delivered should have burst a normal human into a spray of blood, yet there was nothing in the room except dust settling and a smear of blood across the floor where she had hit.

Santiago followed in, her torch shaking slightly as the beam moved across the empty space, her expression tightening as confusion replaced what little control she had regained.

"What the hell happened to her," she said. "She was fine when we brought her in this morning."

"She's not fine now," Ethan replied. "And this isn't normal. It looks like demon possession."

"Like the same possession you see in movies?"

"Yes, but more brutal. You saw it—she didn't play with any of you. She went straight for the kill."

Wednesday stepped in behind them, ignoring both of them as her attention went straight to the floor, her eyes locking onto the details that mattered.

The blood wasn't pooled.

It was dragged.

A thin trail, leading away from the point of impact toward the far side of the room.

"She went this way," Wednesday said, already following the trail.

They followed the blood trail down the corridor, the dark smear pulling them deeper into the building, each step taking them further from anything that felt normal.

"Which way does this lead to the sheriff?" Wednesday asked.

"It leads to the holding cells," Santiago replied, forcing herself forward despite the growing pressure in the air, because turning back wasn't an option, not when whatever was inside this building was already killing people.

"So do you know how to kill it," Santiago asked, her grip tightening on the torch as the beam shook slightly with each step.

"We burn it," Ethan said. "If there's no body left, there's nothing for it to hold on to."

"And if it just moves to someone else," Santiago pressed, her voice lower now. "Things like this don't die easily."

"It won't jump randomly," Ethan replied. "It doesn't work like that. Demons don't take strong minds, they break them first."

"They need fear," Wednesday added, her gaze following the blood trail as it thickened ahead. "Fear is the entry point. It weakens the mind and lowers resistance, which is why it behaves the way it does."

A low growl spread through the corridor, not loud but close, the kind that settled into the bones rather than the ears, followed by another from a different direction, then a third, surrounding instead of approaching.

"Sheriff," Wednesday said, her tone unchanged as she kept her eyes forward, "would you like to handle this, or should we."

Santiago didn't take it as a joke, because the sound alone made it clear this wasn't something she was equipped to deal with, and whatever was coming wasn't human.

"You handle it."

The darkness shifted.

Shapes formed within it.

Then they stepped into the light.

Three dogs.

Or what used to be dogs.

Their bodies were wrong, skin stretched too tight in some places and torn in others, exposing dark muscle beneath, their jaws wider than they should be, split back further along the skull, teeth uneven and stained, their eyes empty but fixed.

They rushed.

All three moved at once, claws scraping against the floor as they lunged forward, fast enough that the distance between them vanished in a second.

Ethan stepped forward.

His movement was fast, almost as if time slowed around him. His body shifted just enough to let the first strike pass by a fraction, and in the same motion his hand came up, catching its head mid-lunge and twisting it sharply.

Bone cracked.

The body dropped before it even hit the ground.

The second came from the side, jaws snapping toward his neck, but he turned into it instead of away, his motion smooth, almost effortless, one hand driving upward under its jaw while the other forced its head back.

A sharp break.

It collapsed instantly.

The third didn't stop.

It came straight at him.

One step.

His hand cut across its neck in a single motion, the force snapping its head sideways before the body crashed into the ground behind him.

The entire exchange lasted seconds.

Santiago barely tracked it.

One moment the corridor was filled with movement—

The next—

Silence.

The three bodies lay still.

And Ethan was standing where they should have reached him, not a step out of place, like nothing had happened at all.

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