My Stepmom Is A Vampire & Her Entire Bloodline Wants To Breed Me

Chapter 189: Chaos In Snowstorm

Seamus and Dylan exchanged a look. For once, their shared glare was not hostile but aligned. Whatever personal issues they had could wait.

This was a lead, and a good one.

’Can’t believe they just showed up without us doing anything,’ Seamus thought.

"Black Lotus?" he asked, playing along.

"Is that the biggest club in Lilium? Sorry, I’m not from around here, so I don’t really know much."

Otto’s grin widened immediately. His golden eyes gleamed under the dim lights, and in that instant both Seamus and Dylan realized the same thing.

Vampires.

Not the obvious kind. Their eyes were not crimson, their aura subtle, and because of that people would mistake those golden eyes to hazel.

"Yeah," Otto replied easily. "Where are you from? It’s rare to see newcomers from another country."

"We’re from the west," Dylan answered smoothly. "Just visiting our grandmother in Bellya."

"Oh, damn," the other man laughed. "That town’s boring as hell." He extended a hand. "Name’s Alex. Here’s our contact info."

"I’m Richard," Seamus said after a brief pause. Then, taking a breath, he added, "and this is... Dickson."

Dylan shot him a glare, but Seamus only shrugged and continued casually.

"You said you’d be our guide. Aren’t you coming with us now?"

"Not yet," Otto replied, waving his hand.

"We’ll meet again once you reach Nieve. Our car broke down, so we need to deal with that first."

He stepped back, already turning away. "Don’t forget to call us. You won’t regret it."

The three men disappeared through the back door toward the parking lot. At least that part wasn’t a lie. Though they’re obviously amateur because what kind of people fix their car in the middle of a snowstorm?

Seamus slipped his hand into his pocket and murmured softly, "Bianca, can you check their identities? See which Covenant they might belong to."

The plush doll stirred.

"I see them," Bianca replied. "Give me some time. Their identities may be difficult to trace, possibly nonexistent."

She sighed. "From their behavior and speech patterns, they seem like newly turned vampires."

"Right," Seamus murmured. "They probably haven’t registered with the Seven Great Covenants yet."

"There is still a possibility they were human recently," Bianca added. "I will update you. And for the love of everything, stop fighting."

The connection was cut off.

Seamus lifted his gaze and met Dylan’s eyes. Instinctively, they both frowned, then turned away at the same time, refusing to acknowledge each other.

***

As expected, Maria booked only two rooms.

Also as expected, Seamus immediately booked another one. Sharing a room with Dylan would only end with someone getting strangled in their sleep.

They discussed the two vampires briefly. If Otto and the others could get Seamus and Dylan into the club, then Diane and Maria would need to enter separately or find another route.

Some vampires could distinguish humans from vampires easily, like those at the private party. Others couldn’t.

Diane suspected it had something to do with age.

For now, the plan was simple. Diane and Maria would disguise themselves and enter as a separate group.

Seamus pushed everything else aside and opened his laptop. Since he and Diane couldn’t attend classes physically, they relied on video calls.

Fortunately, the time difference worked in their favor. Night in Nieve meant afternoon in Rowani.

After finishing one session, he realized he had nearly two hours before the next class.

He stepped outside for a smoke break.

Lately, Seamus had started smoking. Stress and pressure had fried his nerves, and nicotine helped slow his thoughts when his mind felt like it was short circuiting.

The lodging didn’t have a designated smoking area, but smoking was allowed in the restaurant.

As Seamus made his way there, the howling wind of the snowstorm muffled most sounds, yet voices still carried through the cold air.

His heightened senses made him stop just short of the door.

He stayed there, listening.

"Are you another recruiter?" a familiar voice snapped. "I told you, this is our territory. Do not even think about touching our prey."

It was Otto’s voice.

Seamus stiffened.

"No," another voice replied calmly. "We are only here because of the snowstorm. You do not need to worry."

It was Diane.

’Ah, fuck. They are busted already?!’

"I don’t like your tone," Alex said next. "You think you’re better than us?"

"What are you talking about?" Maria interjected, trying to de-escalate. "We said we won’t interfere—"

"Forget it," Otto cut in sharply. "Let’s get rid of them. We need to be first this time. I can’t hold this thirst anymore."

Seamus’s eyes widened. His hand shot to the door handle.

He wrenched it open, ready to intervene or tear them apart if needed but only to freeze.

The fight had spilled into a small roofed outdoor alcove attached to the building, a narrow service space half-enclosed by walls, shielded from the snow but open on one side.

Alex was already impaled. Diane stood over him, bone dagger buried cleanly where his Vitalis Core should be, her grip firm and unhesitating.

Maria had Otto pinned face-down against the ground, her knee between his shoulders, hands locked tight enough to make his body tremble.

Seamus blinked. "Uh," he said slowly, "okay. Sorry for interrupting."

He instinctively reached to close the door again. But a boot slammed against the doorframe, stopping it.

"Seamus," Maria hissed, voice low but eyes blazing. "Help."

He nodded once and shut the door behind him.

The storm outside had eased slightly, though the cold still bit through clothes and skin. And yet none of them were shivering except for Seamus.

Diane pulled the dagger free. Alex collapsed fully, lifeless.

She dragged the body toward the shadowed corner of the alcove, panic finally breaking through her composure as she approached him.

"What do we do?" she whispered urgently. "I think I killed him."

Her voice shook. Her ability had reacted on instinct, striking straight through the Vitalis Core without hesitation.

"Fuck," Seamus muttered.

His mind raced. But then something clicked.

Otto’s words indirectly give him clues that they were inside an organization with territory, recruiters, and even ranks.

It means more vampires operating in the area. They did not need them anymore. They just needed to exist in Nieve long enough for someone else to approach them.

Seamus turned his attention to Otto.The vampire was trembling now, cheek pressed against the cold stone, eyes wide with fear as Maria held him down without mercy.

"I have an idea," Seamus murmured to Diane.

Her eyes lit up instantly. She nodded.

They stepped closer together, posture straightening, expressions hardening into something cold and authoritative. Confidence, even if it was just an act.

"If you want to live," Diane said calmly, "you will tell us everything you know."

Otto spat blood and saliva. "I’d rather die."

Diane crouched down smoothly. The edge of her dagger brushed against his cheek, not cutting, just enough to let him feel it.

"I’m not joking," she said softly. "I will take you apart piece by piece before killing you. You will not die quickly."

Otto’s face was drained of color entirely.

"Fine," he gasped, nodding frantically. "Fine. I’ll tell you everything I can. Just... just don’t kill me."

The snowstorm howled above the roof. And Seamus smiled slightly. They had just found their way in.