Making my Vampire Master Beg For Blood Chapter 07
Isadora’s POV
The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the suburban cemetery.
I knelt before a simple gravestone, inscribed with just a few words: Marcus Nightingale, 1995-2015, Remembered by those who loved him deeply.
“Marcus,” I gently touched the cold stone. “I’ve done it. He’s no longer the lofty vampire prince.”
It had been ten years. Every month, I’d come here to tell him about my plans, my progress, and my longing for him.
“Do you remember?” My voice began to tremble. “Ten years ago, we were about to get married. You said you d be the best doctor, and I’d be your finest assistant.”
Tears streamed down uncontrollably. In all these years, I’d never cried in front of anyone else, but Before Marcus, I was always that vulnerable girl.
But that night…”
Memories from ten years ago flooded back like a tide, That bloody evening when Marcus was captured by the vampires. Thaddeus had said he needed a human for his coming–of–age ritual and took him away.
“They tortured you for three days and nights,” I said through gritted teeth. “Thaddeus sliced off your skin piece by piece with a silver knife, corroding your wounds with holy water.”
I closed my eyes, the painful images as vivid as ever.
Marcus’s screams, the pain and love in his eyes as he looked at me.
“Even in your final moments, you comforted me,” I choked out. “You told me not to seek revenge, to live well. But Marcus, I couldn’t. I couldn’t let you die in vain.”
Just then, footsteps sounded behind me.
turned slowly and saw Thaddeus stumbling toward me. He looked more wretched than a beggar now, his tailcoat torn and filthy, his face smeared with dirt and blood.
Isadora!” His voice was hoarse. “I’ve been searching for you all day!” regarded him coldly. “What are you doing here?”
We can negotiate,” he said desperately. “I still have honey, property. Give me the antidote, and I’ll give you anything!”
“Antidote?” I sneered. “I told you, there is none.”
“No! There must be!” He refused to believe it. “You’re a doctor–you must have a way!”
“I’m not a doctor,” I stood up, looking down at him. “I‘ m just a woman seeking revenge for her fiancé.”
He suddenly noticed the gravestone, his face turning ashen.
“Marcus Nightingale…” He read the name, his body starting to shake. “This is… this is…”
“You remember?” My voice was as cold as frost. “Ten years ago, right in the hills behind this cemetery, you held your coming–of–age ritual.”
No… no…” He shook his head frantically. “I don’t remember… I remember nothing…”
“You do remember.” I enunciated each word. “You remember how you sliced off his skin with a silver knife. You remember how you burned his wounds with holy water. You remember how he died by your hand.”
Thaddeus suddenly dropped to his knees before the gravestone, banging his head wildly,
I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” His forehead struck the stone, blood streaming down his face. “Marcus, I was wrong! didn’t mean it! Please forgive me!”
Watching the once invincible vampire prince grovel so pathetically filled me with immense satisfaction.
“It’s too late to beg now.”
I pulled a folder from my coat’s inner pocket.
“What’s this?” Thaddeus looked at me in terror.
“This is all the evidence I’ve collected over the past ten years,” I said calmly. “Including footage of your coming–of–age ritual, proof of you killing other humans, and detailed records of your various crimes.”
His face turned deathly pale. “Impossible… no one will believe…”
“I’ve already handed it all over to the human police and the vampire council,” I continued. “Marcus wasn‘
your only victim. In ten years, you’ve killed Seventeen innocent humans.”
“You… you…” He tried to stand, but his weakened body made him collapse again.
The vampire council has stripped you of your noble status,” I watched him indifferently. “And the human courts will prosecute you for serial murder. In your current state, you probably won’t survive the trial.”
“No!” He roared in despair. “This isn’t fair! I’m the Vampire prince!”
“You were,” I corrected. “Now you’re just a dying mortal criminal.” Just then, something strange happened.
The cemetery began to emit a faint glow, the air filled with a mysterious energy. I felt the pendant on my chest growing warm.
“This is…” I stared in shock at the changes around me.
The light grew stronger, finally converging on Marcus’s gravestone. I heard Thaddeus’s terrified scream, but my attention was wholly captured by the miracle unfolding.
The gravestone cracked open, and a familiar figure slowly emerged from the light.
Golden hair, gentle eyes, and the smile I’d longed for over ten years.
“Marcus?” I couldn’t believe my eyes.
‘Isadora,” he looked at me tenderly. “My love… you‘ ve done so much for me…”
I threw myself into his arms, tears bursting forth like a dam breaking. “Is this real? This isn’t a dream?”
“It’s real,” he stroked my hair gently. “Your ten years of obsession, and the life essence ‘collected‘ from that demon, have triggered an ancient resurrection law.”
I held him tightly, afraid it would all vanish.
“I’ve waited for you for ten years…”
“I know,” he kissed my forehead. “Now we’ll never be apart again.”
Behind us came Thaddeus’s desperate sobs. Seeing this, he finally broke completely.
“No… this can’t be…”
I felt a powerful surge within me. It was the life essence drawn from Thaddeus, now the foundation for Marcus and me to start anew.
“Let’s go,” Marcus took my hand. “We have so much last time to make up for.”
I glanced one last time at Thaddeus kneeling on the ground. The former vampire prince was now just a criminal awaiting judgment.
The setting sun bathed our silhouettes in golden light as, hand in hand, we walked out of the cemetery.
This was the moment I’d waited ten full years for.
THE END