Alex Davis's final moments were supposed to be the end of a life that had been anything but kind. The car crash should have taken him, a violent and abrupt end that mirrored the chaos of his life. Instead, he found himself waking up in a strange room that smelled of pine and fresh linen, a place far removed from the city streets he had once called home. Disoriented, he looked around, taking in the rustic wooden furniture, the creaky floorboards, and the sunlight filtering through old, worn curtains.
His first thought was that he had somehow survived the accident, but a quick look down at his body told him otherwise. This wasn't his body—it was younger, stronger, and different in subtle ways that were unsettling. Panic gripped him as he tried to piece together what had happened. His last memory was of the car skidding out of control, the world flipping upside down, and then... nothing.
But now, he was here, in a body that wasn't his own, in a world that felt both familiar and foreign. The door to the room creaked open, and a middle-aged woman stepped in, her face lined with worry. "Alex, are you feeling okay? You've been out for hours," she said, her voice filled with concern.
Alex blinked, trying to make sense of her words. The name she used, Alex—it was his name, but not the one he had carried in his previous life. Somehow, he knew she was talking to him. He nodded slowly, still dazed. "Yeah... I think so," he managed to say.
The woman—his mother, he realized from the flood of memories that suddenly rushed into his mind—breathed a sigh of relief. "You had us worried sick. When you collapsed, we didn't know what to do."
Collapsed? Alex frowned, sifting through the new memories. He remembered now—this body had collapsed after a particularly intense basketball game. The physical exertion had triggered something in him, something that felt like more than just exhaustion. But there was more to this, something he couldn't quite grasp yet.
After reassuring his mother that he was fine, Alex spent the rest of the day trying to make sense of his situation. The memories of his previous life were still there, but now they were interwoven with new memories—memories of growing up in Mystic Falls, a place he recognized all too well from his favorite TV show, The Vampire Diaries. But this wasn't just a show; it was his new reality.
The realization that he was in Mystic Falls, a town notorious for its supernatural activity, sent a chill down his spine. This was a place filled with vampires, witches, and werewolves—creatures that could easily kill a human. But as the day wore on, Alex began to realize that he wasn't just any ordinary human in this world.
That night, as he lay in bed, the strange sensation returned—a ripple of energy that seemed to come from within him. He sat up, eyes wide as a glowing interface appeared before him, hovering in the air like something out of a sci-fi movie.
System Activated: My Werewolf System
Status:
Name: Alex Lockwood (formerly Alex Davis)
Age: 17
Race: Werewolf (Untriggered)
Attributes:
Strength: 10/100
Speed: 10/100
Body: 10/100
Endurance: 10/100
Spirit: 10/100
Missions:
Daily: Train your physical attributes. Reward: +10 XP
Monthly: Investigate the supernatural occurrences in Mystic Falls. Reward: +50 XP, +1 Skill Point
Yearly: Trigger your werewolf curse. Reward: +200 XP, +5 Skill Points, Transformation unlocked.
Skills:
Lockpicking (Level 1)
Basic Combat (Level 1)
Points:
Experience Points (XP): 0
Skill Points (SP): 0
Attribute Points (AP): 0
Store: Unlocks at Level 10
Alex stared at the glowing text, his mind racing. A system? In Mystic Falls? The implications were staggering. The system seemed to be designed to help him survive—and perhaps even thrive—in this world filled with supernatural dangers. But it also meant that he was expected to participate in these dangers, to embrace the werewolf side of him that he now possessed.
The idea was both exhilarating and terrifying. He had watched The Vampire Diaries religiously, knew the stories, the characters, the threats that lurked in every corner. But this was no longer a fictional world—this was his reality. And the only way to survive was to get stronger, to use the system to its fullest potential.
Determined to figure out how this system worked, Alex focused on the daily mission: Train your physical attributes. It seemed simple enough. The next morning, he woke before dawn and set out for a run through the woods surrounding Mystic Falls. The air was crisp, the ground soft beneath his feet as he pushed himself harder than he ever had before. He could feel the strain on his muscles, the burn in his lungs, but he kept going, determined to see if the system would respond.
By the time he returned home, drenched in sweat and breathing hard, the system interface appeared again.
Daily Mission Completed: +10 XP
Status Update:
Strength: 11/100
Speed: 12/100
Body: 11/100
Endurance: 12/100
Spirit: 10/100
Experience Points (XP): 10
It worked. The system rewarded him for his efforts, increasing his attributes incrementally. It wasn't a huge gain, but it was progress—and in a town like Mystic Falls, progress meant survival.
As the days turned into weeks, Alex threw himself into training with a fervor he had never felt before. He pushed his body to its limits, running through the woods, lifting weights, practicing combat techniques. The system rewarded him with small, steady gains, each completed mission bringing him closer to his goals.
But it wasn't just physical training that occupied his time. Alex knew that knowledge was just as important as strength in a place like Mystic Falls. He began investigating the town, using his knowledge of the show to navigate the complex web of supernatural intrigue that lay hidden beneath the surface. He visited the Mystic Grill, eavesdropping on conversations, observing the townspeople. He kept a close eye on key characters like Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennett, and Caroline Forbes, noting their interactions and the subtle shifts in their behavior.
It was during one of these investigations that Alex first encountered Tyler Lockwood—his cousin in this new life. Tyler was a hothead, known for his temper and athletic prowess. Alex remembered from the show that Tyler's life was about to take a dark turn as he discovered his werewolf heritage.
"Hey, Alex," Tyler called out as he caught sight of him at the edge of the woods. "What's with all the running? Trying to get ready for the next big game?"
Alex shrugged, keeping his tone casual. "Something like that. Just trying to stay in shape, you know?"
Tyler nodded, though Alex could see the suspicion in his eyes. "Yeah, well, don't overdo it. You don't want to collapse again."
Alex forced a smile, trying to play it off. "Don't worry, I'm pacing myself."
Tyler's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before he turned away, heading back towards town. Alex watched him go, his mind racing. Tyler's transformation was inevitable, and Alex needed to be ready for it. The system was helping him get stronger, but he still had a long way to go.