My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 45: Traitor II
Everyone in the room went still. Even Viviane’s golden eyes widened, her lips parting in disbelief.
In their minds, by this world rule, humans were weak. They were mosquitoes to be crushed, deer to be hunted.
Yet there was nothing weak about the aura surrounding Seamus. He did not resemble a human or even a vampire. He was something else entirely, and it was terrifying.
Eve was the first to react. Blood spilled down her arms as two swords pushed free from her flesh.
Her skin hardened, turning rough and stone-like as her body shifted into an unbreakable form. A mutant blood style.
“What the fuck! How? How did you do that!” she screamed, swinging the blades with a snarl. Her movements, however, were heavy and sluggish, slowed by the strain of her own mutation.
Seamus smirked. To him, she moved in slow motion. He was stronger now, sharper, and it was all thanks to Isolde.
Before her blades could touch him, he stepped back, grabbed her fiery orange hair, and slammed her head into the floor. The impact tore through the wood and stone, leaving a crater in the ground.
It was fortunate this was only the first floor.
“You ... what are you?” Eve gasped, her broken face straining to lift.
“A human.”
He didn’t plan to hide anymore, not after every vampire knew that he was a Crimson Nectar. He needs to show them who’s the boss, so they won’t hunt him so carelessly.
And more importantly, it was for Viviane.
She smirked through the blood. “Lie. I can see it. In your eyes. That red glow inside your green. A human cannot do this.”
“You talk too much.” His voice was flat, detached. He smashed her face into the floor again and again. Her blood poured out, thick and black, its stench foul and unnatural.
Seamus had no patience for her. His eyes searched for Viviane. She had not moved to help him, had not raised her hand against the others.
She only stood there with that same distant expression, untouchable and unreadable.
‘What happened to you, Viviane? What changed? Was it me?’
His thoughts broke when a blade slashed toward his eyes. Eve, desperate and half-broken, had struck with a knife hidden on her knuckles. The edge grazed his cheek.
“Tch.” He wiped the blood with his hand, crimson smearing across his skin. Eve laughed, her reptilian irises wide with manic delight.
“You are right. You are just a human after all. Interesting. So very interesting.”
Seamus gave her no reply. He called upon a single drop of his blood and shaped it into Somnius Spores. Eve inhaled the drifting haze and collapsed instantly into sleep.
Seamus rose slowly to his feet. His eyes found Viviane again. “Come home with me, Viviane.”
She did not move. “You should go, Seamus. I still have something to do.”
Once again she wore that expression he could not decipher. It was not anger or sorrow or tenderness. It was something else hidden deep in her golden eyes.
Before he could press her further, he felt it. The air shifted. Ten maids appeared at the edges of the hall, their faces blank, their eyes empty.
Faint red strings bound their limbs and pulled at their bodies like a puppeteer’s threads.
Seamus narrowed his eyes, trying to trace the source. The maids moved before he could find it. Their steps were jerky, unnatural, but knives already gleamed in their hands.
“Shit.”
He could read their movements with perfect clarity, every slash and lunge as if the world slowed down around him.
Yet avoiding them all at once was another matter. His body lacked the skill of a trained fighter.
Each dodge was awkward, sloppy, the desperate movements of someone outmatched. And still the blades kept coming.
Seamus twisted to the side, but not fast enough. A blade carved across his ribs, hot pain spreading as blood soaked through his shirt. He gritted his teeth, barely holding back a cry as another maid lunged at him from behind.
“Fuck! Fight fairly, damn it!”
He caught her wrist, forcing the knife away, but another slash caught his arm. He staggered, his vision swimming, his body failing to keep up.
There were too many.
“Seamus! Just stop it!” Viviane screamed, her voice etched in worry.
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