My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 3: Instant Wedding
Seamus didn’t even hear the lecturer during class, nor did he register a word when his girlfriend Viviane went on about her favorite TV shows in the cafeteria.
His mind was far too consumed by the nightmare, the one where his soon-to-be stepmother turned into a blood-drinking monster. Or was it a vampire? Either way, neither option was good.
“Seamus! Are you even listening to me?”
He finally snapped out of it when Viviane pinched his hand. He flinched and awkwardly answered, “Yes, yes! It’s a good show, indeed.”
Viviane sighed dramatically and let her head fall onto the table. “I can’t believe my boyfriend doesn’t give me attention ... What a poor, beautiful girl I am.”
Her long red hair sprawled across the table and even trailed onto the floor. Her golden eyes stared off into the distance like a heartbroken heroine in a tragic romance.
Seamus laughed softly. “I’m sorry. I just ... had a really bad dream this morning.”
Viviane turned her gaze toward him, though her head remained on the table. “A nightmare? Did all my horror recommendations finally mess with your head, honey?” she smirked.
“Shit, you’re probably right...” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “I ... I dreamt my stepmom killed my dad and drank his blood.”
Viviane jolted upright, eyes wide. “Stepmom? You never told me about that!”
“Ah ... yeah. My dad brought a woman home last night. Says he’s getting married tomorrow.”
“Oh wow. How is she? Is she beautiful?”
Seamus blinked. He knew too well this was a trap.
“You know how my dad is.” He shrugged casually. “But you’re still the most beautiful.”
“There! That’s a lie! I can hear it!” she huffed, crossing her arms.
“Come on, you don’t actually think I’d be into my stepmom, do you? She gives off weird vibes.”
“Isn’t that every man’s fantasy?” she said, one brow arched, deadpan.
“No! No way!” He shook his head vigorously, his whole body protesting.
Okay, maybe at first, he had noticed she was hot. But after that dream? Now just seeing her eyes made his spine crawl.
Thankfully, before Viviane could start grilling him with more dangerous questions, a voice came from behind him.
“Umm, Seamus? I found your notebook. I think you left it in class.”
He turned to see Maria, his childhood friend. Short black hair, round glasses, and a smile as warm as always.
“Ah, Maria, thank you,” he said as he accepted the notebook. “It’s been a while since we talked.”
She laughed lightly. “Yeah, you’ve been busy with someone.” Her eyes flicked toward Viviane with a teasing grin.
“But we can still catch up over coffee sometime, if you’re free.” She waved and walked off, leaving the two of them behind.
When Seamus turned back around, Viviane’s face was right in front of him.
Her golden eyes, usually full of mischief and warmth, now looked hollow.
“If you dare to cheat,” she said, her voice cold and flat, “I’ll kill your mistress, and we’ll both die in the most horrible way imaginable.”
Seamus froze.
Then she burst into laughter, flopping back in her seat. “Of course I’m joking! Did I scare you?” she giggled, sipping her drink like nothing had happened.
Seamus let out a slow breath. That was terrifying.
Sometimes, her words were extreme. But she only did it as a joke, or perhaps as a subtle warning to keep him away from other women.
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