My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 32: Vampire Hunter Daily Life
Sanguine Partikels (SP) were special traces that vampires usually left behind when using their powers.
Each vampire had a unique SP pattern, much like a fingerprint, making it possible to identify the one responsible through their distinct shapes.
Vampire hunters used this knowledge to track down perpetrators behind incidents and bring them to justice.
However, not everyone could see SP. Even among those who could, a proper analyzer was still required to decode the form and origin accurately.
Maria focused her mind, feeling the warmth of her power rise from her heart and surge into her eyes.
When she opened them, her irises glowed violet, and her vision shifted into a black-and-white spectrum.
The splattered blood and chunks of flesh on the ground were the only things still visible in color—a vibrant purple.
“Hm ... I don’t see any Sanguine Partikels left on this Class E vampire. Just its own,” she reported calmly, stepping away before noticing something on the trees. Her eyes narrowed as she paused. “Huh?”
“You found something?” David asked.
“Y-yeah ... I’ve never seen particulates like these before. What are they?” Her voice dropped, a subtle shiver crawling down her spine as unease settled in.
“Here. Take a sample with this,” David said, pulling something from his coat pocket and handing it to her.
It was a red paper, small and thin, easily held in her gloved fingers. She carefully swiped a portion of the unfamiliar Sanguine Partikels and sealed them in a glass bottle for later analysis.
“Let’s move to the next case,” David instructed as the team nodded and began walking.
“Three male college students have been reported with severe mental damage, possibly caused by a vampire,” Maria briefed.
“They’re unable to sleep, terrified of their dreams, and their behavior has turned aggressive and erratic.”
“Then let’s go. We don’t have time to waste.” David reached into his coat for a hip flask, but Betty quickly intercepted him.
“You promised not to drink while on duty.” Her expression turned stern.
“Let me be. My idiot friend threw himself and his son into the vipers’ den.” David muttered, “I deserve at least this much.”
Betty rolled her eyes but said nothing more as David took a sip and turned to leave.
Maria lingered for a moment. Her gaze drifted back to the trees where the strange particulates had marked them in thick red patterns. The forest looked like it had been painted in veins of blood.
A deep chill coiled in her stomach as dread gnawed at her senses. This was the most disturbing trail she had ever seen and she knew, without a doubt, that something far worse was coming.
“So, how did all of this start?”
David asked, directing his question to the only victim who could still talk and behave like a normal person.
The poor young man looked pale, his eyes sunken with dark circles, cheekbones clearly visible beneath his skin.
“I ... I don’t know. All three of us suddenly started having the same dream ... about her...”
Dylan’s voice was low and trembling, his gaze unfocused, though it never left his two friends curled up in the corner of the room.
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