Making my Vampire Master Beg For Blood Chapter 04
Isadora’s POV
Lying on the bed, I felt the stinging pulses of the toxin coursing through my veins–this pain excited me.
Everything was proceeding according to plan; I just needed to wait for the final moment.
But exhaustion overpowered the thrill, and I drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
At three in the morning, the door burst open.
I’d thought he’d come for me tomorrow. But this wasn’t the arrogant vampire prince I knew–his face was deathly pale, sweat beading on his forehead, his whole body trembling slightly.
Isadora…” Isadora…” His voice carried an uncharacteristic weakness. quickly sat up, feigning panic. “Master? What’s wrong?”
He staggered toward me, each step heavy and labored,
I… I need you.”
Need me? Those words from his mouth were the ultimate irony.
“Master, are you ill?” I asked, pretending concern, while inside I was laughing hysterically.
“It’s not illness,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged. “It’s craving.”
I deliberately shrank back. “You… you want my blood again?”
“I feel my vampire powers draining away,” he looked up at me, his eyes actually pleading. “The wedding is imminent; I must perform the final bloodline consolidation. And you… you’re the perfect source.”
The final one. That phrase nearly made me burst out laughing. Yes, indeed the final one–his final one.
“But Master,” I made my voice tremble deliberately, ” you say I’d be… sacrificed tomorrow? And you already have Miss Selene…” didn’t you say
“Forget all that!” He suddenly grabbed my wrist, his grip weaker than usual. “Only you can help me now. Please… I really need you.”
Please. In ten years, I’d never heard those words from his lips.
pretended to hesitate, but inwardly, I was savoring this reversal of power. The man who’d treated me like toy was now begging me.
“Why does it have to be me?” I pressed deliberately. I’m just a blood bag about to be executed…”
“No!” His reaction was more intense than I’d expected. “You’re different. Your blood… it has a special quality. Over these ten years, I’ve grown accustomed to your taste.”
Special quality. He’d never know it was the poison I’d meticulously crafted.
“I… I don’t know…” I continued the act. “Yesterday, you said I was an eyesore…”
“I was wrong, okay?” He was practically begging. “I admit it. Please help me now; I’ll give you anything you want. 11
Anything I want? What I want is your death.
Watching his desperate expression filled me with twisted pleasure. Ten years of humiliation were finally starting to be repaid.
“Fine,” I finally nodded “reluctantly.” “Since you need ne so much…”
Relief washed over his face. “Thank you… really, thank you.” slowly lay back, exposing my neck. “Come then, Master. One last time.
But he didn’t bite right away. Instead, he began undressing me.
“Master?” I feigned confusion.
“I need more,” his breathing quickened. “Not just from the neck… from everywhere…”
His hands roughly tore at my nightgown, the fabric ripping loudly in the quiet night. Soon, I was completely exposed before him.
“Ten years,” he murmured, eyeing my naked body with a crazed gleam in his eyes. “I’ve never truly had you.”
He started kissing my body, from my collarbone to my chest, each kiss carrying the vampires‘ signature chill. I forced myself not to resist, even cooperating with soft moans.
Your skin. so soft…” His voice grew hoarse.
Then he bit into my chest, his sharp fangs piercing the skin. I let out a pained moan, but this time it wasn‘ all acting–the diluted toxin intensified the agony sucked greedily, his hands roaming my body as he fed. I felt his arousal pressing against my thigh.
“Master…” I moaned more seductively on purpose.”
Your hands… so cold…”
They won’t be for long,” he released my chest and bit into the inside of my thigh. “Your blood… so sweet
Every mouthful carried the deadly toxin into his system. And he was still lost in ecstasy over the ” flavor.”
When he finally finished, I’d lost so much blood I was nearly collapsing. But seeing his satisfied expression made it all worthwhile.
“Much better,” he said, wiping the blood from his lips. “I feel my strength returning.”
Temporarily. I sneered inwardly. The toxin needed time to take effect, but once it did, it was irreversible.
He stood from the bed and began dressing. The earlier weakness seemed like an illusion; he’d regained his usual arrogance.
Well done, Isadora. You’ve performed your final service.”
He pulled a heavy pouch from his pocket and tossed it onto the bed. The coins clinked crisply.
“This is enough for the rest of your life,” he said
coldly. “Take the money and get far away. Never let coldly. “Take the me see you again.” stared at the pouch, pretending shock. “Master… I…
What, not enough?” He smirked mockingly. “Or do you really want to be tortured to death as a sacrifice tomorrow?”
“I don’t want to die, but…” I made my voice quiver. “I can’t bear to leave you…”
At those words, his face twisted into a snarl. He lunged forward, grabbing my throat and yanking me up from the bed.
“Can’t bear it?” He gritted his teeth. “Who do you think you are? You’re just a blood bag! A disposable tool!”
My feet dangled off the ground, suffocation making it hard to breathe. But I managed to choke out, “I… I don’t need the money… I just want to stay by your side…”
“Shut up!” He hurled me to the floor. “We’re done! Take the money and leave now, or wait for death tomorrow!” crashed onto the cold ground, my wounds bleeding. But watching his rage, I was laughing inside.
Enjoy it, Thaddeus. Savor your last moments of arrogance.
“I… I understand, Master,” I said through sobs. “I’ll leave.”
He snorted coldly and headed for the door.” Remember, never show your face again. Or I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
The door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the room I slowly got up from the floor, eyeing the pouch of coins. Then, I allowed myself a cold smile.
How could I leave so soon? I still need to watch you beg on your knees.
I walked to the window, gazing at the sky on the verge of dawn.
The toxin is in your veins now; it’ll take effect soon. And tomorrow–no, today–is your wedding.
And your funeral.
I gently stroked the pendant on my chest and whispered, “Marcus, do you see? The revenge has begun.”