My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 12: The Emblem Of Enigma
The woman was incredibly beautiful, yet there was a firm and dangerous aura clinging to her. Unlike Viviane and Isolde—who appeared warm, kind, and quietly unsettling—this woman was terrifying in the most straightforward way.
Her elegant green hair was pinned into a high bun, and her thin golden eyes gleamed like a serpent’s. A monocle framed her right eye, giving her the look of a strict headmistress or a predator about to strike.
She wore a dark green dress, likely from 1855 England, the kind that hugged her hourglass figure perfectly. The added bustle at the back accentuated her shapely rear, making her look both regal and dangerous.
She really did resemble a snake with the folding fan she held delicately in her gloved hand.
Seamus’s expression fell into disappointment.
“What? Why are you frowning?” she asked, adjusting her monocle.
“Well, you know ... you’re not a snake,” he sighed.
He had thought this was his lucky day maybe he’d finally found a giant talking snake to adopt and fulfill his childhood dream of owning one.
“What the heck?” The woman slapped him lightly with her fan.
Seamus flinched. “Ow—why?!”
“Tch, this brat ... why does it feel like he just insulted me?” she muttered.
“Isn’t it obvious? If you’re a man—gentle or perverted—you should’ve been mesmerized by me!” she declared, throwing her hands up.
“Oh ... I guess I’m used to it? I mean, Viviane and Isolde are also ... otherworldly beauties, so...” he replied casually and got smacked with her fan again.
“Hey!”
The woman sighed. “I was right. There’s something terribly wrong with your head.”
Then, with a snap of her fan against her palm, she grinned. “But oh well ... you’re still useful.”
Seamus raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, but he suddenly remembered where he was and what she might be.
“My name is Madeline Velstrath,” she said, giving a half-curtsy with that same wicked grin. “A glorious Emblem of Enigma, of the Velstrath family.”
Seamus blinked, it was the first time he had heard that term.
“Anyway, I overheard your little monologue from the hallway and your bedroom,” she said, tapping her fan to her chin.
“So, how about it? Why don’t we work together to destroy the Matriarch of Velstrath and her daughters?”
Seamus froze. That was ... not the offer he expected. But being used and exploited by beautiful women had become a tiring pattern in his life. Now, he needed to be careful.
He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. “What even is an Emblem of Enigma? You’re not a vampire?”
Madeline laughed, a low, musical sound that dripped with condescension. “Oh, you poor little bunny. You’re stuck in the middle of all this mess and you don’t even know the first thing about vampires or the Seven Great Covenants?”
“I am a creature far greater than the vampire itself. The essence of Velstrath. The symbol of their greatness. If I die, so does this House. They cannot survive without me,” she declared, eyes gleaming.
Then, her smile curved like a cunning one, “So, won’t you work with me?”
Seamus listened carefully, but something didn’t add up. If she were so powerful, why ask him?
“Why do you want to destroy the Matriarch of Velstrath?” he asked. “And why can’t you do it yourself?”
Madeline’s lips twitched. “Good question.”
She twirled her fan. “The Matriarch isn’t even the rightful heir to this Covenant and I don’t want her dirty blood run free in this household.”
“And ... maybe I want to help you. Don’t you want out of this cursed mansion?”
His gut twisted feeling something wasn’t right. She was hiding something but she was good at it. Just like Viviane and Isolde.
‘Why can’t I read any of them? It’s like they’re all wearing masks.’
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