The Sycho Bride With Three Hyper Vampir

At Ethan's Residence,

Ethan stood by a large window, his sharp eyes scanning the bleak night sky.

"Alex, find her now," he commanded in a calm yet firm voice.

"Hm. Ahhhhh," Alex sighed lazily.

The feline-eared man lifted his head from a woman's lifeless body, taunting with a smirk, "Relax, Ethan. You've got a hunting dog. What's there to worry about?"

Liam, a sharp-eyed man, approached swiftly, grabbing Alex by the neck. "Do you want to die?" he growled lowly, his voice dripping with menace. "I'm a wolf, not a dog."

Alex chuckled, trying to pry Liam's grip away. "Ah, yes, yes. But wolves are still part of the canine family, aren't they?"

"Rrrrrrrr…"

"Easy, easy, puppy," Alex teased, stroking Liam's head mockingly.

"You—!"

And as always, the cat and the wolf clashed, turning their bickering into an everyday spectacle in Ethan's estate.

"Liam, Alex!" Ethan snapped, his voice firm enough to stop their scuffle.

"He started it!" they both protested in unison, pointing accusing fingers at each other.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking broke the tension. Ethan turned toward the door.

"That must be Noah. Clean this up," he ordered before opening the intricately carved wooden door.

A faint, metallic scent wafted out, causing Noah to wrinkle his nose as he bowed slightly.

"My Lord, Miss Taylor isn't at her residence. She just left for the Valley of Kings... on foot," Noah reported.

Ethan tilted his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. Despite the oddity of the situation, his interest in Taylor grew.

"The Valley of Kings is far from Chania," he mused silently. "She couldn't have gone far."

"You may leave, Noah," Ethan instructed, his thoughts lingering on the intriguing girl.

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On the road by the edge of the forest

Taylor kept running through the dark path. Shadows behind the ancient oak trees seemed more alive, like creatures lurking and watching her every move.

She spoke to herself, panicking, "A taxi. I need to find a taxi... But how do I find one in a place like this?"

As Taylor ran without looking back, several dark shadows also began racing after her.

"Who are you?" she gasped, her breath nearly gone as she sprinted forward without turning back. "Damn it, why won't they stop chasing me?"

Minutes later, she stumbled to a stop at an intersection, beneath a flickering streetlight that blinked erratically. Half bent over, she placed her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath while thumping her chest lightly.

"Are you giving up?" a cold, whispering voice crept closer.

Taylor looked up at the sky, her irises darting in panic as she realized she was surrounded by strange creatures playing a relentless game of cat and mouse.

"This is bad... My heart might explode... hah... hahhh!" Taylor exhaled sharply and hastily tied her hair into a ponytail.

"Come out, you bastards! Do you think I'm scared?"

Her expression turned grim, her brows furrowing deeply as she clutched her chest, which ached as though it might burst. 'Have I used up too much mana? Why am I feeling so sleepy?' she thought anxiously.

The disembodied laughter echoed again, overlapping like a haunting chorus.

"Where are you going, Princess?"

"You can't run anywhere!"

A deep, heavy voice shattered the stillness of the night above her. Taylor's guess was right—there were more than three of them, judging by the multitude of laughs surrounding her.

"What do you want from me, huh?!"

She spun in place, anxiety gripping her as sweat trickled down her temples and cheeks in the cold night air. Her trembling hands clutched her arms. Whatever was chasing her this time was unlike anything she'd encountered before.

But the shadows multiplied, darker and denser than before.

Her fear seemed to dissolve into the cold wind, swallowed by the mocking laughter of the vampires.

Meanwhile, Taylor's legs grew weak, and she struggled to stay upright.

"What should I do? Is this happening because of that spell? No, no—I have to get out of here. There are too many of them for me to fight alone."

"Come out! I'm not afraid!" Taylor shouted defiantly, raising her fists into the air.

She stood in the middle of the dark road, surrounded by the ominous oak forest, filled with the sounds of hooting owls and cawing black crows.

Without her noticing, a pale hand suddenly emerged from the darkness beneath the flickering light, reaching for her.

Swish!

Thud!

Panicked, Taylor stumbled back and fell onto the asphalt. A pale hand grasped her shoulder, restraining her movements.

"Ahhhh! Let me go, please!"

"Where do you think you're going, Princess?"

"Hahaha..."

"Let go of me! Please!" Taylor pleaded desperately, but they only laughed, their forms hidden in the suffocating darkness.