My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 30: Unknown
“Who was it? One of her rats?” Viviane asked, a touch of concern in her voice.
“No,” Madeline replied, dismissing the thought with a wave. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t think they heard much anyway.” She closed the door again, though Seamus could hear Viviane protest faintly on the other side.
“I told you we need to talk about this in—” Viviane’s voice was cut off as the room light suddenly dimmed.
Seamus, breath ragged, pressed himself against the wall just around the corner in the hallway. His heart pounded in his chest, but he let out a quiet sigh of relief when he heard no more voices.
His mind raced with questions. What was their plan? Why was he involved? He had no idea what kind of relationship Viviane and Madeline shared, but he knew one thing, he couldn’t stand by and do nothing. He needed to find out more.
Tomorrow came and Seamus found himself waiting in front of Viviane’s class as usual, hoping they could have lunch together. But when the lecture ended, Viviane didn’t come out. Her friends mentioned that she had left the class in the middle of it.
Seamus frowned. She always messaged him if something was wrong, but not this time. No messages, no explanation, just silence.
Something didn’t feel right. He could sense that something important, maybe even dangerous, was happening and as always, he was right in the middle of it, with no clue about what was going on.
Worst of all, he had no idea where to start, nor how to track Viviane down. Despite being a well-known figure at the university, Viviane kept her distance from everyone. She was the kind of person who kept to herself, and if Seamus didn’t know where she was, no one else would either.
“Damn it, this is bad.” He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, frustration mounting. But then, he remembered he had other things to do.
He decided to head over to the family restaurant, not as a worker, but as a customer, to collect his payment for the half-month he’d worked there. He had decided to quit his job.
“I heard your dad’s marrying a hot rich widow,” came the familiar voice of the head chef, David, from the kitchen. The door swung open and he stepped into view, wiping his hands on a towel.
Seamus blinked. “How’d you hear that?” he asked, accepting the white envelope of cash from the manager.
“Oh, please. Everyone knows,” Betty chimed in from the counter.
David leaned on the counter, grinning. “Your dad and I share the same barber. And a bartender. Neither of them can shut up about how lucky he is.”
“Ah, well ... they’re not wrong,” Seamus admitted with a crooked smile. Though honestly, it felt more like he was the one who’d been dragged into the madness that came with his father’s new wife and stepdaughter.
David suddenly leaned in close and whispered, “Tell me, boy. Is it true they’re vampires?”
Seamus flinched, caught off guard. “Wh-what? Where’s that coming from?”
David’s expression turned serious. “My old man used to warn me about that mansion on the hill. Swore there were women in the woods who sucked blood outta children. Said he saw them more than once.”
Betty nodded in agreement. “He’s not the only one. There’ve been plenty of missing persons around here. The media blames wolves or bears, but my cousin in the police says the bodies are drained of blood, all thin, like they’ve been sucked dry.”
Seamus froze, not just by the terrifying gossip, but by the fact that he’d never heard any of this before, even though he’d lived in the city since he was twelve.
Well ... maybe because he was too busy working his ass off while his dad spent every day drunk.
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