My Vampire Life With My Beautiful Vampire Wives-Chapter 49: Bloodlust

A miniature Roman coliseum, surrounded by cracked columns. There, Lucien and Scarlet had been training all week.

Lucien had far exceeded Scarlet’s expectations; his progress was undeniable.

However, she noticed something troubling in him: the prelude to Bloodlust.

Even so, the man continued to smile.

Every blow, every fall, every drop of sweat... everything seemed to amuse him like a child playing with fire.

Scarlet watched him with her arms crossed sensually, raising an eyebrow. "Don’t you find it boring to train so much?" she finally asked, intrigued.

Lucien stopped. His breathing was heavy. The smile did not fade for a moment.

"I don’t think about what’s easy," he replied calmly. "I think about what’s fun."

Scarlet blinked, bewildered.

He continued, lowering his voice to an almost reflective tone: "A while ago, I watched an anime that taught me something important... I don’t want to feel weak again. I don’t want to see those I love get hurt while I can’t do anything about it. None of that is fun." His expression tightened, but his smile remained. "What’s fun is training, improving, and pushing my limits over and over again."

Lucien’s smile widened, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

There was something dangerous about it... but also contagious.

"Besides," he added, raising his head, "I know I can’t always give 100% in life. But that doesn’t matter. I plan to give 120%."

Scarlet looked at him silently for a few seconds before letting out a soft laugh.

"You have an extraordinary way of defining ’fun,’ dear."

Lucien smiled even more. "I know. And that’s why I love it."

That little chat she had with her husband, which was a bit special, brought a big smile to her face. This was the kind of attitude that attracted her most, and at the same time, it was very similar to her own: she liked to better herself.

Lucien learned to wield a large scythe more naturally, and his battle instincts sharpened as he faced Scarlet this week.

He began to use his powers more naturally; they were now an integral part of him, not something he used as if they were borrowed.

Furthermore, although Scarlet also had him use various weapons so that he would master them, she would not be satisfied with just one.

However, everything was too perfect for things to continue going well.

Suddenly, Lucien falls to the ground, clutching his throat; his eyes glow intensely blood red.

"It seems you’ve finally reached your limit," Scarlet said as she looked at Lucien, who was lying on the floor.

"B-Blood...!" he cried out with a roar of pain; it was like when he became a vampire, but multiplied by 10!

"Normally, when a vampire doesn’t satisfy their thirst for blood, they lose control, momentarily turning into a bloodthirsty beast or falling into a coma," Scarlet explained calmly.

Lucien’s skin began to lose its shape and turn into a dark mass, and his ears grew longer.

"That’s what usually happens, in normal cases," a big, unnatural smile appears on Scarlet’s face. "However, you’re not normal, are you? Darling~."

Blood began to appear around Lucien and slowly moved toward him as if being absorbed by his body; soon, the blood started to float.

His entire body had lost its shape; it was like a dark, alien mass, with several eyes that had irises as red as blood.

Seeing Lucien’s expression, Scarlet’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she exclaimed ecstatically, "Ahh~, I knew it! You’re the best husband! HAHAHAHAHAHA~!"

"Let’s have fun! Darling!"

...

"In the name of the Lord, we will purge that demon and deliver you, for your soul has been corrupted."

Laura, who doesn’t understand anything that’s going on, Bible pages that move magically, crucifixes turned into weapons... What the hell has she gotten herself into!?

Her first instinct: run away. Obviously, run until her legs catch fire.

But after barely twenty meters, she crashes into something invisible. The wall bounces her back with a sharp blow that almost breaks her nose.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" she screams, punching the transparent air as if she could break it with her fists. Terror rises in her throat, and she begins to tremble: "What is this, a magic wall?! It can’t be, this can’t be real!"

Her brain races faster than she does. She has to get out. She has to get out.

But then she remembers.

"Nilo..."

The child eats pigeons.

"Damn it, I can’t let go of the brat! Or can I...! No, no, I can! No! Ahhh!"

Laura is already in a state of total panic, gesticulating and talking to herself as she searches for an exit that doesn’t exist.

At that moment, a shadow crosses her field of vision.

"KYAAAAA!" she screams, covering her head and expecting the worst.

But the impact never comes.

Instead, an animalistic growl rumbles right in front of her.

"Grrr..."

Laura opens her eyes and sees him: Nilo, the strange boy, stands before her like a wild animal, his fangs bared, his eyes glowing bright red, and several cuts on his skin slowly closing before her eyes.

"Nilo...?" she murmurs, unable to believe it.

The blood drains from her face.

’So... he really is a vampire.’

For a second, she seriously considers running away and letting them exorcise him at their leisure.

But only for a second.

However, she couldn’t do it and stopped in front of the Nilo, her heart beating a mile a minute; it was the only thing she could think of right now.

Then the black-haired hunter’s voice is heard:

"So your soul has been completely corrupted by that demon." His tone was sad.

"Why does he have to kill this child? He hasn’t done anything wrong!" Laura shouted as she tried to think of a way to escape this situation as completely as possible.

"Hahaha!" The hunter bursts out laughing, with a crazy look on his face: "What’s that? Is it a child? Hahaha, looks like we’ll have to set you free. THAT THING IS A DEMON! IT NEEDS TO BE EXTERMINATED!"

Laura took a step back; her heart was beating in her throat as she watched the transformation of the man in the robe: his priestly smile had turned to ice.

She tried to muster the courage she had shown when she turned on the taser and, her voice trembling but defiant, spat out:

"You’re crazy! How can you claim that this child is a demon?! He’s a child, damn it!"

The hunter looked at her as if she were a useless stain on a white tablecloth. His tone, when he spoke, brooked no reply: cold, precise, military.

"We can no longer reason," he said. "Capture that woman. Form a circle. Purify her at the stake."

In the blink of an eye, the other men regrouped with frightening precision. There was no discussion, only coordinated movements.

She tried to resist. She fumbled in her pocket for the taser, but her hand, her haste, and her fear betrayed her. One of the hunters was quicker; with a single move, he snatched the device from her and threw it onto the grass as if it were a broken toy.

Another held her by the arms with a force that burned more than any rope; the pressure of those hands was not just muscle, but habit.

Laura struggled, kicked, and screamed a high-pitched sound that barely pierced the night, while a third person gathered wood as if they were going to build a campfire with very different intentions.

"God... please help me. Those bastards are about to burn me alive..." Laura whispers, trembling as she tries to clasp her hands together.

It would be almost comical if it weren’t so tragic: a woman begging God to save her from the men who claim to act in His name.

The ironies of faith.

Who do you pray to when the saints become executioners?

And what does God do when his people kill in his name? Does he close his eyes? Does he remain silent? Or does he simply watch, hoping that suffering will teach the victim something?

Laura has no answers—only fear.

Perhaps faith is not a promise, but a coin tossed in the air, and she prays, hoping it will land on the right side.

"Please..." she stammers, tears mingling with smoke and dust.

But the sky remains silent.

There is no divine voice. There is no miracle.

Only fire. And fanatics willing to "purify their souls."

With her last ounce of strength, Laura raises her head and shouts with all her might:

"Nilo, run!"

Because if God doesn’t plan to save her... at least she can save someone else.

At that moment, one of the hunters lights the bonfire, and the fire slowly begins to grow.

Laura slowly begins to feel a warmth in her legs, which quickly turns into a burning sensation. She tries to endure it as long as she can, but the fire only intensifies, and her skin is in complete agony.

She can’t take it anymore and starts screaming in pain: "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" The hunter’s maniacal laughter fills the place, accompanied by Laura’s heart-wrenching scream, who now looks like a living torch.