The Sycho Bride With Three Hyper Vampir

"Wait...!!!" Taylor's shout shattered the bustling noise of the street.

Ethan stopped in his tracks but didn't look back. His gaze remained cold, though a flicker of curiosity sparked in his eyes.

Taylor, weak and stumbling, slowly made her way toward him.

"What is it, hmm?"

Panting, Taylor struggled to catch her breath. Her pale face betrayed the pain and deep despair within her.

"I... I just want... to confirm something," she stammered, her trembling gaze barely daring to meet his.

Ethan closed his eyes momentarily, allowing the sweet scent of her blood to infiltrate his senses. The cold night air carried the aroma sharply, intoxicating him like the finest symphony. A faint smile crept across his otherwise stoic face—an expression rarely seen.

"Ah, this blood..." he murmured softly, almost like a sigh. Just one drop was enough to ignite his entire being, a sensation comparable to the most potent drug. But this wasn't merely about indulgence. There was something more, something primal that stirred his instincts.

"Mr. Ethan. I..."

Taylor hesitantly lifted her gaze, only to lower it again, too nervous to maintain eye contact for long.

"I just... I can't leave them behind," she whispered, her voice barely audible amidst the whispering wind.

Ethan's lips curved slightly, debating whether to humor her plea. His voice softened, an act of rare indulgence.

"Tell me," he said calmly.

"Who are you referring to?"

Taylor bit her lip hesitantly. "The stray dogs and cats near my house. If I leave... they won't survive the winter." Her voice trailed off as she stared at her worn-out shoes.

"You're worried about those animals," Ethan muttered, his tone flat yet tinged with mockery.

"Even now, with your own fate hanging by a thread, you think of them."

Taylor didn't reply, but her fidgeting hands betrayed her emotions.

Ethan remained silent for a while before letting out a long sigh. "Fine," he said, his voice tinged with reluctant compromise. "I'll give you time to deal with them. But remember..." He leaned forward, gripping the car door handle, and whispered, "Don't make me regret this decision."

From a short distance, Noah watched his master with a curious expression. The young man, known for his merciless demeanor, showing a hint of compassion? It was baffling.

"What's going on?" Noah silently wondered, concern creeping into his thoughts about Ethan.

"R-really! Thank you, Mr.—"

Before Taylor could finish her sentence, her hand brushed against Ethan's arm. Instantly, her body froze, an icy chill overwhelming her, making it difficult to breathe.

"I... I can't... breathe... ahh," Taylor gasped, struggling to speak.

The air around them grew colder, even though Ethan had done nothing. With a gentle motion, he removed her hand from his arm.

"I expected this," he muttered, his expression tinged with disappointment.

"When this curse was created, it was destined for any descendant of the Nalldlooshii to endure freezing cold. If you can't even handle this, perhaps I was mistaken about you," he continued, his tone low, almost laced with disdain.

Taylor tried to speak, but only hoarse whispers escaped her lips. Her body trembled violently, as though the cold seeped deep into her bones.

"I... I'm fine," she murmured weakly, though it was obvious she wasn't.

Ethan moved closer, like a predator circling its prey. His face remained expressionless, but his calculating eyes betrayed his thoughts.

"You're not fine," he said coldly, his voice sharp as the biting wind. "And you know it."

Taylor looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and confusion. "Why do I feel like this? What... what's happening to me?" she wondered silently.

Ethan raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised by her ignorance. "You really don't know, do you?" he murmured to himself before stepping back, giving her some space.

But as memories of countless Taylors—now mere bones rotting in his estate—flashed through his mind, his urgency reignited. Time was not on his side.

"Just tell Noah," he said in a heavy but quiet voice, "I'll agree to anything you ask. But only if you accept my offer."

The air grew colder as Ethan turned and walked away, leaving Taylor drowning in a sea of unanswered questions.