MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

As Blake wandered through the expansive house, his senses tingled with intrigue. Each step he took seemed to unravel a new layer of mystery. What was this place he was supposed to know yet knew very little about?

Elena continued to tell him that this was his life, this place was where he had supposedly made memories.

The mansion, adorned with grandeur yet shrouded in solitude, whispered secrets from its every corner, secrets he desperately needed to uncover.

Peering through an open window, Blake's eyes danced across the vast expanse of the surrounding forest, its thick foliage veiling secrets untold. The silence hung heavy, broken only by the occasional hoot of an owl, lending an eerie ambiance to the tranquil scene.

Despite the opulence of their abode, the absence of other souls save for Elena and Drake imbued the mansion with an air of isolation.

It was as if they were cocooned in a world of their own creation, shielded from the prying eyes of outsiders.

Yet, amidst this enigmatic landscape, a singular object caught Blake's attention—a large, crimson gem resting conspicuously on a nearby table.

Its vibrant hue beckoned him closer, stirring a potent concoction of wonder and curiosity within him. With each hesitant step towards the gem, Blake's heart raced with anticipation, eager to unravel the secrets concealed within its radiant depths.

Having been in the house for a while now, Blake had never encountered anything quite like the gem before, neither in the mansion nor adorning Elena herself. As he lifted it from the table, his fingers traced the exquisite and sharp contours of the gem, marveling at its beauty.

The weight, hardness, and shimmering brilliance of the gem hinted at its exorbitant value.

With each stroke of his fingertips, Blake couldn't shake the sensation of holding something incredibly precious in his hands.

As he continued to explore the gem's intricate edges, Elena emerged from her bedroom, clad in a scanty gown that barely reached her knees, casting a spell of allure with every step she took.

"Red Star Diamond, doesn't it ring a bell?" she queried, her voice as soft as silk, drawing closer to where Blake stood.

"Uhh, not really. I can't recall ever encountering something like this," Blake admitted, his gaze fixed on the gem in his hand.

"Does the name Sotheby's or Christie's Auction House spark any memories?" Elena pressed on, her proximity causing a rush of warmth to course through Blake's veins.

With an innocent expression, Blake shook his head, unable to summon any recollection of such an extravagant purchase.

As she leaned in closer, Blake could feel the softness of her melons pressing against his elbow, her eyes ablaze with a seductive allure that left him utterly captivated.

"Do you not remember acquiring this for me on my birthday, two years ago, for a mere 60 million dollars?" Elena teased, her hand delicately placed atop his, her gaze locking with his in an intoxicating gaze.

"I... bought this? Can't remember!" Blake responded, his tone tinged with genuine confusion.

As he pondered the implausibility of possessing such wealth in his current state of amnesia, doubts began to gnaw at the edges of his consciousness.

Despite Elena's persistent assertions of their romantic history, Blake couldn't shake the feeling that something didn't quite add up.

"I really miss the old you, you were much more romantic," Elena fibbed, her words dripping with a veneer of sincerity as she attempted to reinforce their supposed connection.

Though she had repeated this sentiment numerous times, Blake couldn't help but feel a sense of skepticism lingering in the depths of his mind.

Fragmented memories teased at the edges of his consciousness, offering glimpses of a past shrouded in mystery, yet devoid of Elena's presence.

Sensing his bewilderment, Elena gracefully retreated to the other corner of the room, where a drink awaited her on the table.

With practiced ease, she poured herself a generous portion and downed it in a single gulp, the liquid burning a path down her throat.

"Do you mind?" she offered, her demeanor composed despite the tumultuous thoughts swirling within her.

"No, I'm good. Can't afford to mess with an already messed-up brain!" Blake declined, his skepticism growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Undeterred, Elena poured herself another serving, sinking into the plush cushions of the couch as she savored the rich taste of the wine, her eyes betraying a hint of calculated allure.

As Elena indulged in the sweetness of her wine, the atmosphere was shattered by the arrival of Drake, his countenance marred by a rare display of discontent.

"The filthy locals are here," Drake announced bluntly, eschewing pleasantries in favor of immediate disclosure.

At the mention of the outsiders, Elena's relaxed facade gave way to a subtle expression of annoyance. With a resigned sigh, she instructed Drake to admit them.

"Let them in."

Sensing the tension in the air, Blake watched silently as Elena turned to him with a request for temporary absence.

"Can you please excuse us? I have business to deal with."

Though intrigued by the unfolding events, he understood the gravity of Elena's command and complied, retreating to another sitting room down the hall.

As he waited, curiosity gnawed at Blake's mind, eager to unravel the mystery of the unexpected visitors.

Moments later, Drake returned accompanied by a man adorned in weathered yet dignified attire, sporting a distinct blue and white pattern.

Despite the man's composed demeanor, Elena's response betrayed a shift in her usual demeanor, transforming from a calm and charming presence to one of authoritative anger as she engaged in conversation.

Though the man spoke with measured calmness, Elena's reactions and facial expressions painted a stark contrast, revealing an undercurrent of tension and unease beneath the veneer of civility.

Blake stood at a safe distance, close enough to observe the scene unfolding before him, yet far enough to avoid detection. Despite his efforts to glean any semblance of the conversation, the words remained tantalizingly out of reach.

As he watched Elena's sudden rise from her seat, a chill ran down Blake's spine, a testament to the palpable tension in the air.

The elderly man before Elena seemed to tremble under her gaze, his fear manifesting in trembling legs and stuttering lips.

Elena's approach only intensified the man's apprehension, his demeanor resembling that of a condemned soul facing impending doom.

With a few whispered words, Elena's touch seemed to catalyze the man's flight, sending him fleeing from the room in a panicked frenzy, disappearing into the ether with startling haste.

Confusion clouded Blake's thoughts as he struggled to comprehend the abrupt turn of events. "What just happened?" he pondered aloud, his voice barely a whisper amidst the lingering tension.

"Dude must not have done his job well, I guess," Blake mused, attempting to rationalize the bewildering spectacle before him.

Turning his attention to the window, Blake's eyes widened in astonishment as he beheld a procession of similarly attired figures, numbering in the hundreds, making their retreat into the depths of the forest.

Clad in the same blue and white garments as their departed leader, they moved with a purposeful stride, their collective presence unveiling a clandestine world hidden beneath the surface.

"Wait, there are others down here?"