My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 18: The Edge Of A Dream
“Seamus, please close your eyes and don’t make a sound!”
“No! He’s not here! The boy is dead!”
“Don’t kill me, please! Don’t—”
The only thing Seamus heard next was a curling scream, followed by the wet splatter of blood and then darkness.
Suddenly, his father’s face was right in front of him, twisted in rage, screaming:
“YOU KILLED YOUR MOTHER!”
Seamus’s eyes shot open. He was surrounded by nothingness.
The sky—if it could be called that—was pitch black. No stars, no light. Just an endless dark that somehow grew even darker the more he stared.
He couldn’t feel his body, not even the wetness of his shirt or the ragged pull of his breath.
It was all gone.
He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
‘What the hell? Where am I? Is this the afterlife?’ he thought, hearing only the echo of his own mind.
‘No ... Someone pulled me here. I remember ... I was in the garden. I was being chased by ... Viviane.’
He gulped. If he could remember, did that mean he was really dead? Was this his soul drifting in some void?
“You’re right, Seamus. You’re dead.”
The voice echoed from the darkness. It was a familiar woman’s voice. He heard that once and remembers it because of how ridiculous her request was.
That voice...
“Seamus, you’re dead and ready for reincarnation. What path will you choose?”
He furrowed his brows. ‘I don’t know if you can hear me or not, but don’t mess with me, Madeline.’
A soft chuckle followed. “Huh. You’re no fun.”
Her figure peeled out from the shadow like ink lifting off paper. She was smiling in her cocky way which made him more annoyed.
With a snap of her fingers, the endless void vanished. In its place appeared a cozy room with a fireplace crackling gently. Two velvet sofas faced each other beside a large window, and a tray of warm tea waited on a low table.
Madeline sat like she owned the place, legs crossed, swirling her cup as if this was just another afternoon chat.
“You may sit and talk.”
Seamus blinked and was confused about where his whereabouts was. But hey, he experienced bizzare things since he was trapped here, he should have been used to it.
He could see his body again, feel his breath return, and sense the warmth of the room. Slowly, cautiously, he sat across from her.
“Where is this? Why did you bring me here?”
“That’s rude, boy. I just saved you from being burned to a crisp by that crazy firstborn of that woman.” She set the teacup down and smacked the back of his hand with a fan.
“Ow,” he winced, rubbing it. “Is this another one of your tricks? A realm illusion or something?”
Madeline laughed. “You really don’t know anything, do you? This is the edge of a dream, boy. Isolde and Viviane would never find us or listen to anything we said.”
“You know you are in the dream realm that Isolde made all this time, right? Her eyes and ears are everywhere.”
He picked up a macaron from the tray and sniffed it. It was sweet and tasted like one too when he bit it.
“A dream? But I can taste this?”
She sighed. “Oh boy, how should I even explain it? But then again, why bother? You rejected my offer.”
Her gaze drifted to the tea, which reflected her image like glass. “Should’ve just left you there to die. Maybe Isolde and her daughters would’ve been devastated.”
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