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

Chapter 204: Invisible Vampire

At night, Diane waited in front of the theater building, a black robe covering her small figure as she blended into the shadows.

Even though she was relieved—almost happy—that her mother had finally noticed her, fear sat heavy in her chest.

She knew Isolde had changed. Viviane had crossed the line too many times, and punishment from their mother was never gentle.

Diane hugged herself, eyes fixed on the building, telling herself it would be fine. That her mother would only scare her sister. That nothing truly terrible would happen.

The moment the fire erupted, those thoughts shattered.

Flames burst from the structure as if the building itself had been cursed, swallowing wood and fabric in seconds. Diane gasped as screams tore through the night, people spilling into the streets in blind panic.

Buckets of water were thrown desperately, but they did nothing. The fire only grew, spreading like a living thing; devilish, relentless, tongues of flame licking higher with each breath.

Weak vampires could die from fire. Isolde had said it countless times.

Terror flooded Diane as she took a step forward, instincts screaming for her to run inside and pull them out.

But before she could move further, two figures emerged from the inferno.

Isolde dragged her sister forward without hesitation. Half of Viviane’s body was burned, skin blistered and blackened, some of her hair reduced to ash.

She was alive, but barely. Her eyes were filled with hatred, despair, and tears that refused to fall.

"You’re monsters!" Viviane screamed hoarsely. "You killed all of them!"

The chaos drowned her words. No one listened or notice except Diane with her higher sense.

"Why would you do this?!" Viviane struggled weakly, clawing at Isolde’s grip. "Let go of me! Let me die with them!"

Isolde didn’t slow.

"This is your fault," she said coldly. "If you had listened to me, none of this would have happened. They’re dead because of you."

That was enough.

Viviane went silent, her body trembling as she whimpered, all resistance gone. Isolde only sighed and pushed her into the carriage, climbing in herself and slammed the door.

The carriage rolled away, leaving scorched ruins behind.

Diane remained frozen where she stood.

Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, fists clenched so tightly her nails cut into her palms. The truth crushed her chest, suffocating her worse than smoke ever could.

"It’s my fault," she whispered, choking on her sobs. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry."

She swore she would never do it again. Never betray her sister. Never seek her mother’s approval like that again.

And she tried.

When Isolde asked about Viviane later, Diane lied.

"Maybe she’s tired, Mother," she said once. "She just wanted to rest."

Isolde answered with nothing but a displeased glance, she know when her daughter lie. Days passed without acknowledgment, without words. The silence hurt more than any punishment.

Still, Diane never told her the truth.

But Isolde always found out. She always did. And the consequences were never gentle.

Diane could do nothing but whisper apologies to Viviane afterward, words that felt hollow and cruel. Hypocritical even.

Because she never dared to confront Isolde. Never dared to stand in front of her like Viviane did.

She was terrified of being abandoned.

If even an "I don’t know" could make her mother pretend she didn’t exist, what would happen if she resisted?

Viviane was brave, she tried to run, she fought, screamed, struggled.

Diane couldn’t.

No one guarded her cage because no one believed she would ever leave it. A bird trapped not by bars, but by fear.

All she ever wanted was to be seen.

***

Now, Seamus could not even see her.

The person she believed would hold her hand and never let go had finally released her.

"Am I that useless?" Her voice trembled as the question slipped out, barely louder than a breath. "That distasteful? Am I not enough?"

She clenched her hands tightly, nails pressing into her palms. Maybe she really was nothing more than wind slipping through the woods, a leaf that fell with no one around to hear it, a fruitless branch left untouched. Existing, yet unnoticed.

She was not special. Not as beautiful as her sister or as strong as her mother.

She was simply there, like an invisible wall people passed without ever realizing it stood between them.

She had always believed that Seamus would give her the same love he once gave Viviane. Deep down, she knew how foolish that hope was. She was not her sister. She never would be.

"Maybe it’s time I accept this," she whispered, lips curling into a bitter smile. "That I will be lonely for the rest of my life."

The thought settled in her chest, heavy but calm.

"So why did I even try?" she asked herself, drawing in a slow breath. "I should have given up from the beginning."

It would be easy to stop moving. To sink into this place, let it swallow her whole, and disappear quietly. No one would know or even come looking.

But her fingers curled again, resolve forcing her spine straight.

"I still need to help Seamus," she said softly. "After that... maybe I will give up."

She ran forward again, footsteps echoing faintly. The two figures ahead of her were already gone. A bitter smile crossed her face when she realized they had not noticed her falling behind.

Then a scream tore through the corridor.

"SEAMUS! No, you can’t leave me!"

It was Maria’s voice.

Diane’s heart slammed violently against her ribs as she pushed herself harder, dread clawing its way up her throat. Something had happened. She knew it before she even turned the corner.

Seamus lay on the ground.

Blood pooled beneath him. Maria knelt beside his body, sobbing uncontrollably, shaking him as if refusing to accept what lay before her.

Diane slowed to a stop, disbelief freezing her in place.

There was a hole where his stomach should have been. Carved out, as if something had reached inside him and torn everything away.

Her legs gave out.

She dropped to the ground, trembling, crawling closer until her hands reached his body. His skin was cold beneath her touch.

"No..." Her voice cracked, barely sound at all.

She collapsed beside him, hands shaking as they rested against his chest, as though warmth might return if she stayed there long enough.

But it didn’t.

Seamus was dead.