The Sycho Bride With Three Hyper Vampir

In the Chania City Station

Silence enveloped the station. Taylor sat alone on a waiting bench, her eyes fixed on the large clock showing it was past midnight.

She murmured to herself in a soft voice, "Thank goodness, I'm not late. I still have a few minutes."

A sudden cold wind blew through, making Taylor pull her jacket tighter. She noticed that most of the station's lights had already dimmed.

"Why are the lights out? Is it because the station is about to close?" she whispered, her tone tinged with curiosity.

Taylor tried not to dwell on the unsettling atmosphere until something cold and sinister brushed near her shoulder.

"Husssssss't."

A sharp, mysterious whisper echoed in her ear.

Startled, Taylor quickly turned around, her eyes landing on a pale hand reaching for her shoulder. She shifted away immediately.

"Who are you?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling as she moved back to put distance between them.

Thump

From the shadows emerged an old man cloaked in tattered robes. His face was deeply wrinkled, his skin corpse-like, and his glowing red eyes stared at her with a piercing intensity.

In a hoarse, soft voice, the old man began, "Are you here alone, my Princess?"

The man appeared to be in his sixties, his hair a stark white, and his face was covered in deep creases that only accentuated his ominous gaze.

Taylor frowned, maintaining her composure despite the unease creeping into her chest. "Can I help you with something, sir?"

The old man paused, studying Taylor intently before giving a faint, knowing smile.

Then, he murmured in a low voice, almost a whisper, "So it's true… You are the one."

Taylor instinctively tensed, observing the odd figure cloaked in bandages. His movements, his very presence, felt otherworldly. A pungent, decaying smell filled the air around him.

"Hah..."

Taylor exhaled slowly and replied politely, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm in a bit of a hurry. My train is about to arrive." She deliberately maintained a calm demeanor, not letting the fear show.

The old man narrowed his crimson eyes at her, filled with hatred. "Princess Naaldlooshi..."

"So it is true—you are the one," he stated with unwavering certainty, knowing that no ordinary human would sense his presence.

To Taylor, such encounters were not new. "Another ghost, huh? I'm really in a rush," she thought with slight annoyance.

Since childhood, Taylor had been able to see ghosts and spirits. However, to avoid being labeled as strange, she had kept this ability hidden from everyone except the orphanage matron, the only person who knew her secret.

"Who are you, old man?"

"Ahhh… This girl is still unaware of the power Naaldlooshi carved into her heart," the old man muttered with a wicked grin. This was his chance to eliminate the greatest threat to the vampires.

"Princess..." he hissed, his tone dripping with malice.

Taylor froze, the word sounding foreign yet strangely discomforting. She reached for her bag, pretending to be distracted while rummaging through it.

With a small smile, she spoke, trying to remain friendly, "Oh, I have some apple pie. You'll like this, sir."

Despite being pressed for time and grieving the death of the orphanage matron, Taylor couldn't ignore the figure before her. She decided to offer something, hoping it might diffuse the situation.

"Wait a moment, sir. I have a sweet apple pie here. You seem like you need it more than I do."

"All descendants of Naaldlooshi must die," the old man hissed again.

"Otherwise, the demons' reign as bloodsucking creatures will end by her hand..." His crimson eyes glared at the young girl before him.

While Taylor searched her bag for the pie, the old man began to transform. Sharp fangs protruded from his mouth, and his nails elongated into dagger-like claws. He raised his hands, ready to strike.

A low growl escaped his throat, "Grrrrrr…"

Taylor froze, an unfamiliar heat coursing through her body, her heart pounding erratically.

Thump

Thump

Thump

"Taylor. Run..." A sharp whisper brushed against her ear.

Taylor's eyes widened, her hand squeezing the pie in her grip. She muttered under her breath, almost unconsciously, "Soyez un poison protecteur."

With swift movements, she shoved the apple pie into the old man's mouth. "Here, sir. Enjoy," she said sweetly.

The old man let out a piercing scream. Black smoke began to seep from his body as he collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.

"Hel—help… aargghhh..." he howled weakly.

The old man clutched his throat, choking and clawing at his own neck, unable to expel the poisonous magic infused into the pie.

"You... You're..." His voice faded as his glowing eyes locked onto Taylor, who now stood calmly, her demeanor transforming. Her once-brown eyes glowed crimson as a dark grin spread across her face.

"Should I finish him off?" Taylor muttered to herself.

But just as she approached the writhing figure, her eyes flickered back to brown, and her expression turned horrified.

"What... What just happened? I… I didn't mean to..." Taylor backed away, trembling at the bizarre sight.

Overwhelmed by fear and confusion, Taylor turned and ran, leaving the strange events behind her. She didn't look back, her feet carrying her as far as possible from Chania City Station.