Making my Vampire Master Beg For Blood Chapter 06
Isadora’s POV
Thaddeus staggered back a few steps, his eyes flashing with terror. The surrounding vampire nobles
exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what he was talking about.
“No… impossible…” he stammered, trembling. “That human… he’s been dead for ten years…”
I watched his panic with a cold smile. “Yes, he is dead. Dead by your hand.”
Selene looked at us in confusion. “Who is Marcus?
Darling, what are you talking about?”
But Thaddeus didn’t respond. His body began to shake violently, not from fear, but because the toxin was accelerating its effects.
Suddenly, a pained wail escaped his lips.
He clutched his mouth, blood seeping through his fingers. When he released his hand, I saw the sight I’d waited ten years for–his fangs! Those two sharp teeth, symbols of his vampire identity, were teetering on the edge.
“No! This can’t be!” he shook his head in despair. “I’m the vampire prince! A pureblood prince!”
As the words left his mouth, both fangs fell out simultaneously, clattering crisply onto the marble floor.
The hall fell into dead silence.
The vampire nobles stared in shock at the scene. Losing one’s fangs meant something every vampire understood–the complete corruption of the bloodline, a fall from transcendent existence to mere mortality.
“Darling! You…” Selene recoiled in horror, as if Thaddeus had become some kind of plague.
Thaddeus tried to steady himself, but his strength was draining rapidly. The supernatural power that once allowed him to lift a carriage effortlessly now made even standing a struggle.
His skin began to lose its characteristic vampire pallor and perfection, turning rough and dull. Minor wounds that would have healed instantly were now Bleeding profusely.
“What have you done to me?” he looked at me desperately, his voice as weak as a dying old man’s.
I’ve simply given you the retribution you deserve,” I said calmly, though inwardly I was reveling. “For ten years, as you savored every drop of my blood, did you ever think it would become your epitaph?”
The surrounding vampire nobles began whispering, some even backing away. In the vampire world, bloodline corruption was more terrifying than death itself.
“This can’t be!” Thaddeus roared hysterically. “You’re just a human! A lowly blood slave! You couldn’t possibly do this!”
“Lowly?” I sneered. “Look at yourself now–who’s the lowly one?”
He tried to approach me, but his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground. Blood poured from his mouth and nose, his once handsome, perfect face now grotesquely twisted.
“The antidote… there must be an antidote…” he struggled to crawl toward me. “Tell me where it is!”
$eeing him crawl on the floor filled me with an unprecedented thrill. For ten years, he’d made me kneel like a dog–now it was his turn.
There is no antidote,” I said, looking down at him from above. “How could there be, for a toxin I spent ten years perfecting?”
No!” His voice was laced with despair. “You can’t do this to me! I’m the vampire prince!”
“Vampire prince?” I crouched down to meet his gaze.
You’re just a mortal on the verge of death now.”
Selene finally snapped out of it, screaming as she ran toward the other nobles. “Kill her! Kill this damned human now!”
But strangely, no one moved. All the vampires were still staring in shock at Thaddeus, witnessing a prince‘s fall.
“Please…” Thaddeus extended a trembling hand, trying to grasp my skirt. “I can give you anything… money, power, even immortality… just save me…
Immortality? I nearly laughed out loud. This fool still didn’t understand–I didn’t want any of that.
“Did you give Marcus a choice?” I asked coldly.
At the name, his body convulsed again. “Marcus… that doctor… I… I was just following orders…”
“Orders?” My voice turned dangerous. “So you killed him just because of orders?”
“He… he discovered our secret… the existence of ampires couldn’t be known to humans…” Thaddeus‘: Voice grew weaker. “But I can make it up to you… I can give you everything…”
Make it up? Ten years of suffering, ten years of humiliation, a life taken–he thought money could compensate for that?
I stood up, towering over the man who’d once treated me like a toy. Now he knelt before me, as desperate as
I had been back then.
“Listen, Thaddeus,” my voice was as cold as winter. Ten years ago, you killed my fiancé. Then you turned me into your personal blood slave, tormenting and humiliating me every night.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Fiancé… you… you’re Marcus’s…”
“I am Marcus Nightingale’s fiancée, Dr. Isadora Blackwood,” I declared my true identity for the first time.
The truth struck everyone like a thunderbolt. I wasn’t some ordinary human blood slave–I was a vengeful avenger with a deep grudge.
‘Now do you understand?” I continued. “For ten years,
I’ve been waiting for this moment. Every time you drank my blood, you were inching closer to death.”
Thaddeus completely broke down. The once lofty vampire prince now knelt like a beggar, pleading on the ground.
“Please… Isadora… I know I was wrong… I really do…‘ Tears filled his eyes. “Give me a chance… let me make amends…”
“Make amends?” I sneered. “How do you make amends to a dead man? How do you make amends for my ten years of suffering?”
“I… I can resurrect him!” he said frantically. ”
Vampires have ancient rituals… we can bring back the dead…”
It was a lie, I knew. But seeing him say anything to survive filled me with immense satisfaction.
“It’s too late,” I turned to leave. “Nothing can be undone. Enjoy the feeling of death, just like Marcus did.”
Behind me came Thaddeus’s final wail: “Isadora! Please! Don’t leave me!”
But as I prepared to depart, a familiar figure appeared at the hall’s entrance.
“Miss!” Reginald rushed toward me urgently. “Come with me quickly! The other vampires will snap out of it soon!”
The surrounding vampire nobles were still in shock, and no one noticed the unassuming old butler. Reginald grabbed my hand and swiftly led me out of the hall.
There’s a secret passage here,” he whispered. “I’ve prepared for this moment long ago.”
We hurried through a hidden corridor, the angry roars of the vampires and Thaddeus’s desperate cries. echoing behind us.
“You knew the truth?” I asked.
“I’ve known for ten years, Miss,” Reginald said, his eyes brimming with tears. “I knew what you were doing, and why. That kind young man… he didn’t deserve to die.”
We finally emerged from the castle. Under the moonlight, I glanced back one last time at the place that had brought me ten years of pain.
“Thank you, Reginald.”
He bowed deeply. “It’s what I should do, Miss. Now go and finish what you must.”