My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 31: The Crows Told Me!
Seamus frowned, his body shivering. Not out of fear for the monster in front of him, but because this thing knew who he was. That shouldn’t be possible.
If the Velstrath House truly intended to monopolize him—as they absolutely should—they wouldn’t let word of his special blood slip to anyone. Not even the Seven Great Covenants they claimed to be allied with.
And judging by their obsessive possessiveness, he was sure they wanted him for themselves.
“How ... who told you about me?” he asked, his voice cold and razor-sharp.
The scavenger only laughed, a horrible, wet noise scraping out of its throat. “You’re going to die, and that’s your last question? What a fool.”
It raised a gnarled hand, claws suddenly elongating, glinting in the mist. But before it could strike, Seamus moved—grabbing the creature’s wrist and channeling the raw power he borrowed from Isolde, tearing the arm clean off.
The scavenger’s scream tore through the forest as black blood splattered everywhere. Without hesitation, Seamus drove a hard kick into its stomach, sending it crashing against a nearby tree.
He advanced without pause, his presence towering, his green eyes glowing in the dark with an eerie intensity—bordering on red.
“Tell me who told you about me,” he said with a commanding tone. “Or I swear I’ll rip your head off next.”
The creature cowered, shrinking into itself as if hoping the tree behind it could offer shelter. “The crow! The crow told me!” it cried, voice trembling with desperation.
“They said Velstrath has it ... that a new member has it! The Crimson Nectar! I—I thought I could finally end this thirst!”
Its lifeless gray eyes begged him for mercy. The scavenger dropped to its knees, crawling forward to clutch at Seamus’ boots.
“Please, just a drop. Let me taste it. Please ... free me. I’m cursed. Just one taste.”
It licked at his foot, its fangs bared, tears mixing with saliva and blood.
Disgusted, Seamus recoiled and kicked the creature again. It flew across the clearing and slammed into the underbrush.
“What the hell! The crow? What the hell do you mean by—”
He froze mid-step.
Overhead, the sky was filled with circling crows. They cried out in unison, a chorus of harsh caws echoing through the forest as if laughing at them. The air turned heavy. His breath caught as a massive pressure closed in behind him.
He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it ... Something with overwhelming power was ready to strike him. Red eyes, watching him, devouring him without touching him.
Seamus’ body felt locked, chained down by invisible weight. The mist thickened, the chill burrowed deep into his bones, and he could barely think.
“No! Forgive me, my Lady! Forgive me!” the scavenger screamed, now prostrated before whatever force loomed behind Seamus.
But the apology meant nothing.
Without warning, the scavenger’s body began to swell grotesquely, then burst. Blood and shredded flesh sprayed across the trees, painting the woods in gore. Seamus blinked through the horror, gasping for breath, his chest heaving as that suffocating pressure closed in.
“What ... the hell...” he managed, barely above a whisper.
Then it happened.
[Ding!]
[An abnormal power detected!]
[Survival protocol initiated.]
[Sagacitas Wall stat has increased temporarily.]
{Host, run. Run as far and fast as you can.}