Making my Vampire Master Beg For Blood Chapter 05
Isadora’s POV
The grand hall of the castle was decorated like a fairy tale wonderland.
White roses intertwined with blood–red ribbons, and massive crystal chandeliers cast golden light across the room. Vampire nobles, dressed in lavish gowns and suits, wore excited smiles as they awaited the grand wedding.
I stood in the corner, flanked by two guards, my wrists still shackled in chains. According to the plan, I‘d be their entertainment sacrifice after the ceremony.
But now, I was the only one who knew the truth.
Thaddeus stood on the altar, clad in a black tuxedo, still handsome as a prince. But I noticed his face was paler than usual, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
The toxin was starting to take effect.
Selene emerged from a side door, wearing a magnificent white wedding gown. Diamonds and pearls glittered on her, making her look like the perfect bride.
As she passed by me, she deliberately paused and glanced my way.
“Poor little blood bag,” she whispered mockingly. ” Soon, you’ll give your life for our wedding. Isn’t it an honor?”
I bowed my head, feigning terror. “Y–yes, Miss.”
She smiled smugly and continued toward the altar.
The wedding ceremony began. The vampire high priest chanted ancient incantations, filling the air with a mystical aura. I saw Thaddeus’s hands trembling slightly, though he fought to control it.
Thaddeus Ravencroft,” the high priest intoned solemnly, “do you take Selene Bloodmoon as your wife, to share eternal vampire life with her?”
“I do.” Thaddeus’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse.
“Selene Bloodmoon, do you take Thaddeus Ravencroft as your husband, to become the vampire queen?”
“I do.” Selene’s voice was sweet and resolute.
Now, you may,kiss.”
Thaddeus and Selene slowly leaned in, their lips about to meet. But at that moment, Thaddeus suddenly looked at me.
His eyes held a twisted satisfaction, as if saying, “See?
This is what you’ll never have.”
Then he kissed Selene.
Throughout, his gaze remained fixed on me, flaunting his triumph with smug mockery.
But just then, I noticed his expression change abruptly.
After the kiss, Thaddeus staggered, steadying himself against a nearby pillar to avoid collapsing.
“Darling?” Selene looked at him with concern. “What‘ swrong?”
“N–nothing,” Thaddeus forced himself to appear normal. “Just a bit tired.”
But I could see it clearly–his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and sweat beads multiplied on his forehead.
The surrounding nobles began whispering.
“The prince doesn’t look well…”
“Is he too excited?”
Or is it a bad omen?”
Inwardly, I counted down. The toxin’s full eruption should hit in the next few minutes.
“Esteemed guests,” the high priest raised a goblet, let us toast to the newlyweds…”
He didn’t finish.
Thaddeus suddenly opened his mouth, spewing a massive gush of blood that splattered onto the pristine white gown. The blood was an unnatural black, reeking of decay.
The scene erupted into chaos.
“Ah!” Selene screamed, recoiling as her wedding dress became a blood–soaked mess.
Thaddeus collapsed to his knees, hands braced on the ground, more black blood pouring from his mouth. I could hear his agonized groans.
Call a doctor!” someone shouted.
What’s happening?”
“The prince has been poisoned!”
I watched as his fangs began to loosen, one even falling out and clinking crisply on the marble floor. The vampire powers he prided himself on were rapidly draining away.
This was the scene I’d waited ten years to witness.
The chaos intensified. Vampire nobles watched in horror as their prince writhed on the ground, stripped of his former elegance and authority.
“It’s a curse!” someone cried out. “Someone must have cursed the prince!”
“Find the culprit!”
“It must be the humans‘ doing!”
All the furious gazes started turning toward me. I knew the moment had come.
I took a deep breath and declared loudly, “It was me.
The entire hall fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared at me in shock, as if they couldn’t believe their ears.
“What?” Selene glared at me furiously.
“I said, it was me,” I repeated, my voice growing louder. “I poisoned Thaddeus.”
The hall exploded with roars of rage.
“Damned human!”
“Kill her!”
“Tear her apart!”
But I didn’t stop. I continued, “For ten years, every time he drank my blood, I laced it with a special toxin.
Chronic, lethal, irreversible,”
Thaddeus struggled to lift his head, looking at me. with eyes full of shock and terror. He opened his mouth to speak, but only more black blood gushed out.
“You’re insane!” Selene lunged toward me, but the guards held her back. “You wretched blood slave! Do you know what you’ve done?”
“Of course I do,” I said calmly, meeting her gaze. “I know exactly.”
Then I turned to Thaddeus, still writhing in agony on the floor.
“Ten years ago, you killed an innocent human. A medical student, a kind young man.”
My voice began to tremble, not from fear, but from rage.
“His name was Marcus Nightingale.”
As the name left my lips, Thaddeus’s body suddenly went rigid. He stared at me with wide eyes, a flash of terror in them.
Marcus…” he rasped, his voice so hoarse it was barely audible. “That… who are you really…”