My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 2: Bloody Nightmare
Seamus left the bedroom without a word and collapsed back onto the couch, sighing as he fished out his phone.
He needed a distraction—anything to scrub away the weird tension clinging to him after that strange encounter with Isolde.
He unlocked the screen to see new messages blinking from his girlfriend.
[Morning, honey!]
[What’s your plan today? We’ve got the same class, right?! Let’s eat lunch after?]
[Also, I have a surprise for you! No, no, it’s not something “positive,” you know~ But I promise you’ll love it!]
Viviane.
He still wasn’t sure how he’d pulled someone like her. They met during freshman orientation and just ... clicked.
Their relationship was only a month old, but it already felt like they’d known each other for years.
His fingers moved quickly.
[Morning.]
[Yeah, let’s eat lunch. I’m waiting for that surprise.]
He reread the message, gave a satisfied nod, and hit send.
Unfortunately, the moment of peace didn’t last. A low creak echoed from the direction of his father’s room.
Seamus plugged in his earphones and hit play. It was only 5 a.m. His class didn’t start until 9. He could catch hours of sleep if he was lucky.
As the music poured into his ears, he closed his eyes and let himself drift. Until a piercing scream sliced through the sound.
He jolted upright, one earphone falling out. The scream had come from his father’s room.
Groaning, Seamus rubbed his face. “Ugh ... what the hell now?”
But the more he listened, the more his unease grew. That wasn’t a moan or pleasure.
It was pain.
He stared at the door, unsure. “Okay ... is Dad just into some seriously weird shit ... or is something actually wrong?”
His pulse quickened and he swallowed.
“Alright, alright. I’ll just ... peek.”
He stood up slowly, careful not to make a sound. The closer he got to the bedroom, the clearer it became, his father was screaming.
It wasn’t just drunken yelling or some weird nightmare groaning; it was real, sharp, and filled with pain.
“Damn it...” he muttered as he rushed to the door and flung it open.
The sight that met him would burn itself into his memory forever.
There he saw Andrew, naked, lying on the bed with blood covering almost the entire mattress. His eyes were hollow, only the whites visible. His mouth hung open wide, locked in an expression of unimaginable pain.
And on top of him was that same woman, Isolde.
She was grinning, her mouth smeared with blood. Fangs peeked from behind her lips as she lazily licked the crimson from her fingers.
Her nearly naked body glistened under the dim light, red eyes glowing with hunger as she looked down at Andrew like she hadn’t had her fill yet.
Then her eyes met his.
Seamus tried to control his breath. He had wished his father would die, sure—but not this dramatically.
He was too nervous to move, paralyzed on the spot, until he blinked and Isolde was suddenly in front of him.
Her cold hand with sharp nails touched his shoulder, freezing and unnatural. Her other hand grabbed his jaw as her face twisted with hunger, her eyes devouring him.
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