My Stepmom Is a Vampire
Copyright© 2025 by Vamp
Chapter 49: Reckless Plan
Viviane finally managed to calm herself after speaking with Seamus.
She kept whispering under her breath, reminding herself that this was better, that she had done the right thing. There was nothing left to lose.
As Seamus had said, their relationship had only lasted two months, a fleeting and meaningless span of time.
She had believed those weeks held true happiness, but clearly, he thought otherwise.
That was fine. She no longer needed to carry the pain of that realization, because she would die today.
Viviane opened the ruined chamber once more, meeting the disdainful stares of her so-called allies.
“Where is that asshole? Drag him here. I’ll kill him this time,” Eve snapped, her cracked face still unnervingly fractured like cracked porcelain doll.
“Do you think you should fix that face first?” Viviane retorted coldly. “Besides, we need to leave. The preparations are complete.”
“Looking at our group, battered by mere humans ... is it truly wise to challenge Isolde?” Stella finally spoke, her wounds now healed.
Vampires could not die unless their Vitalis Core was destroyed, and Seamus had clearly failed to land such a blow.
Viviane’s smirk sharpened. “What is this? Are you frightened now, Stella?”
“You once were always looking down on me with those condescending eyes, now you are scared of humans?”
Her words were enough to ignite both women’s anger.
Their alliance had always been fragile, doomed from the beginning. The House of Hesse once claimed dominion over this small city before Isolde arrived even when they were just branch family of the Great Seven Covenant.
But because she refused to share power with another house, she had driven them out in disgrace.
Cast from their main covenant, they were forced to rot in the slums, reduced to squatting in sewers where rats thrived.
Yet they still clung to the belief that this city was theirs by right.
Even after Isolde defeated them in mere minutes—slaughtering their head of house in humiliating fashion—they persisted.
Viviane herself thought they should have abandoned the claim long ago.
Still, they remained. And so did she.
She did not need their strength, only their connection to the Vampire Hunters for one thing only.
“You can run with your tails between your legs if you wish. I don’t care,” she said with a careless shrug.
“But do you think I’d stay with a man who was defeated with a single punch and then fled from vengeance like a coward?”
Alastair’s pale face twisted with offense. His eyes widened as he strode toward her. “Of course not, my lady. I am no coward.”
He turned his glare on Eve and Stella. “Let’s go. Unless you’d rather stay here, choking on the stench of piss in this slum.”
Eve and Stella nodded reluctantly. Bound by his authority, they could not disobey, though their fury toward Viviane was plain.
She only smiled in quiet triumph, glancing at Alastair, who returned her gaze with a bright smile that made her stomach turn.
He disgusted her. Even Seamus, for all his weakness, had been more of a man than this.
“Except for you, Lulu. Stay here and guard the human,” Alastair ordered.
Lulu stiffened but obeyed, relief softening her features.
Compared to these three pathetic remnants of Hesse, that girl still seemed to possess a shred of sense.
They arrived at the Vampire Hunter quarters, the place where Isolde was supposedly being restrained.
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