My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 42: Capturing Isolde
David’s sword trembled ever so slightly, but he forced his grip to steady.
He was the leader of this squad, he could not let them see the fear crawling under his skin, nor admit how utterly terrifying the creature standing before them truly was.
The Head of Bork Vampire Hunters had been a fool to arm him with nothing more than a single silver-etched bracelet, claiming it could restrain her power. David could still hear the man’s pompous voice:
“Put it on her hand and it’s over. Don’t back down, David, this mission will decide the future of human–vampire relations!”
It had been the most transparent lie David had ever heard. He knew perfectly well this wasn’t about justice, it was about the higher-ups itching to shatter the fragile peace and ignite a war they would lose.
But he couldn’t deny the Head request and not tarnished his name.
“Matriarch of Velstrath,” David called out, he tried to calm his tone, “just surrender. Fighting will only hurt both sides.”
“Both sides?” Isolde laughed, a mocking sound.
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. We both know which side will be reduced to blood and bones.”
Before his eyes, her form dissolved into a storm of fiery moths, scattering into the air.
The office around them melted away—the ceiling sagging and dripping like candle wax—until the world above them burned orange. Moths fell like embers from the sky.
“Stay calm!” David barked to his squad, though his voice cracked. “It’s just a dream! She can’t kill us in a dream!”
But then Maria turned to face him, only it wasn’t her anymore. Isolde’s perfect, cruel smile was stretched across her face.
“Oh, really, Lead?” she purred. “Or is that just the comforting lie you tell yourself because you’ve no idea what I can do?”
Betty’s voice cut in, but when David turned to her, her features too had twisted into Isolde’s.
“Poor Lead,” she crooned, tilting her head. “If you die here ... you’ll never see Elle again.”
Something in him snapped. “You vile! Don’t you dare touch my team, and don’t you ever put your filthy mouth on my daughter’s name!”
The two Isoldes laughed in perfect harmony, the sound echoing from every direction until rage drowned out his reason.
His surroundings blurred, and the next moment he was crashing through thick underbrush, sprawling into the damp earth of a forest floor.
David blinked as the ground beneath him seemed to vanish, but instead of fear, a sudden surge of rage flooded his mind. His vision tunneled.
Without thinking, he strode toward Betty and seized her by the throat, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned bone-white.
“You bitch! How do you know about my daughter?!” he roared.
“Da—David!”
Betty gasped, her nails digging deep into his hands, tearing flesh until blood ran freely, but he didn’t let go. Her face was turning a dark, sickly purple.
From behind, Maria grabbed at his arms, her voice breaking in panic. “David! Stop it! You’re killing her!”
“Shut up! Both of you can’t deceive me! I know exactly who you are!” he snarled, eyes wild with fury.
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