MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Duncan regarded her for a moment, his expression inscrutable, before a smirk played across his lips. "Rise, my child," he commanded in a voice that resonated with authority. "You need not grovel before me."

Elena obeyed, rising to her feet with a mixture of awe and trepidation. She dared to meet Duncan's gaze, her eyes filled with reverence and a touch of fear.

Duncan turned his gaze towards Elena, his expression unreadable as he spoke. "Explain to me, Elena," he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument, "what is the meaning of this gathering?"

An evil grin spread across Elena's face as she pointed accusingly at Reggie and the rest of the group. "My lord," she began, her voice dripping with malice, "these traitors conspired against me, seeking to thwart my plans and undermine my authority. They must be punished for their treachery."

Duncan's eyes gleamed with interest as he regarded the accused vampires before him. "Is that so?" he mused, a sinister edge creeping into his voice. "Very well, Elena. You have my permission to deal with them as you see fit. After that," he continued, his gaze locking with hers, "you will accompany me. Show me what the world has become in my absence.

And together, we shall reclaim what is rightfully mine,"

Elena's smirk widened as she swiftly turned her attention towards Blake, her movements fluid and almost graceful. In the blink of an eye, she stood before him, effortlessly lifting him off the ground.

With glowing red eyes that seemed to pierce through his very soul, Elena leaned in close to Blake, her voice a soft, menacing whisper. "Oh, Blake," she murmured, a hint of longing in her tone, "we could have been so much more."

Meanwhile, Reggie, Gunther, and Randal struggled to free themselves from Duncan's control, their screams of frustration echoing through the air.

"Elena, let him go!!" Reggie yelled out.

"Don't you dare touch him!!" Gunther growled.

"Stop!!!" Randal screamed.

They strained against an invisible barrier, their efforts futile as Duncan's power held them in place.

Duncan silenced them with a single gesture, his expression impassive as he watched Elena with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. With tears in their eyes, the three brothers could only watch helplessly as Elena held Blake aloft, their hearts heavy with despair.

With a twisted grin, Elena raised her hands, her elongated claws gleaming in the dim light. Without hesitation, she drove them deep into Blake's chest, causing his eyes to bulge in shock and pain. A strangled gasp escaped his lips as he struggled against her grip, but it was futile.

As Elena released her grip around his neck, Blake's body went limp, and he crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap. The air was thick with tension as the others watched in horror, their hearts heavy with grief and disbelief.

Reggie, Gunther, and Randal watched in anguish, their eyes filled with despair as they witnessed it all happen. Duncan watched with cold detachment, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the scene before him.

Elena stood over Blake's lifeless body, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Pathetic," she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "He was weak, just like all of you. And now, he's nothing but dust beneath my feet."

Elena turned towards Reggie and his brothers, her gaze cold and calculating. "You can go back to your precious master, Rose," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "Tell her how utterly worthless you are, how you failed to protect her beloved . I'll spare your lives for now, but make no mistake—I expect her to come find me. And when she does, I'll be ready."

With that final warning, Elena approached Duncan Salvador, kneeling before him with a mixture of reverence and pride. "Thank you, my lord," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "For allowing me to serve you in such a distinguished manner."

Duncan nodded in acknowledgement, his expression stern yet approving. "I despise weakness as much as you do," he declared, his voice resonating with authority. "But I see potential in you, Elena. You have proven yourself to be a valuable asset."

As he spoke, Duncan stretched out his hand, and a swirling black hole materialized before him very similar to the ones Reggie and Randal created when figuring Elena. Without another word, he stepped into the void, flanked by both Tessa and Elena, who turned to smirk at Reggie and his brothers one final time before disappearing into the darkness.

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One primary issue with being a vampire was keeping it a secret from everyone else. Even in emergency situations, the secret had to be kept so as not to cause unnecessary unrest. The same could be said for Rose's situation as she fell into labor.

Taking her to a normal hospital was totally out of the question and since the onset of the labor caught everyone off guard, there was next to no preparation on ground.

Rose however had made Damien reach out to her personal doctor who was in on the secret of Rose being a vampire. This was because she herself was a vampire.

Martina rushed through the hallways, her footsteps echoing urgently. She had received an emergency call to tend to Rose immediately. As she approached the room, she could already sense that something was very wrong.

Bursting through the door, Martina was met with a shocking sight. Rose lay in bed, sweat pouring down her face as she thrashed violently against heavy chains binding her hands and feet to the metal frame.

Martina whirled towards Damien, her eyes wide with disbelief and anger. "What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, appalled at how Rose had been restrained.

Before Damien could respond, a feral growl erupted from Rose's throat, her lips curling back to reveal extended fangs. Her eyes blazed crimson, filled with an animalistic fury that sent chills down Martina's spine.

As the doctor inched closer, she realized Rose's struggles had shredded the bed linens, the tattered remains clinging to her sweat-soaked body. This was no ordinary state - Rose had been consumed by a primal, vampiric frenzy.

Turning back towards Damien, Martina took in his disheveled appearance - clothes torn, chest heaving with exertion. Clearly, he had been forced to resort to extreme measures to subdue Rose in this state.

"Let me through," Martina ordered, her professional demeanor returning. "I need to examine her immediately."

She approached Rose's bedside with caution, murmuring softly in an attempt to soothe the thrashing woman. "Rose, it's me...Martina. You need to calm yourself. I'm here to help you."

For a few tense moments, Rose showed no signs of comprehending Martina's words, her growls and snarls filling the room. But gradually, as the doctor continued her gentle ministrations, Rose's movements began to still, her eyes clearing somewhat.

Wasting no time, Martina set to work, checking Rose's vitals and running a battery of tests. The results made her blood run cold - Rose's body had inexplicably gone into premature labor, despite being only six months into the pregnancy.

Pulling Damien aside, Martina apprised him of the dire situation in hushed, urgent tones. "It seems Rose's body has rejected the pregnancy...viewed it as a threat. Her system is trying to purge the fetus by inducing labor."

Damien's face drained of color as the implications sank in. "But...it's too soon," he protested weakly. "Is it normal? We have the same gestation periods as humans. I doubt the child can survive at this stage."

Martina nodded grimly. "Exactly. Which is why I need to act quickly." She fixed Damien with an intense stare. "I'm going to need to perform an emergency cesarean section. It's the only way to save them."

A heavy silence hung in the air as Damien digested her words. His mind raced - could he really make the choice between Rose and her unborn child's life?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he met Martina's gaze, his expression hardening with resolve. "Do whatever you have to," he said, his voice tight but unwavering. "Save them both if you can...but if not..." He swallowed hard. "Save Rose. She's strong...she can survive this."

Martina's face was a mask of grim professionalism as she gave a curt nod. "I'll do everything in my power," she vowed solemnly.

Without another word, she turned and hurried from the room, barking orders at the medical team awaiting her. Time was of the essence now - every second could mean life or death.

As the chaos of the emergency preparations swirled around him, Damien cast one last, haunted look at Rose's prone form. She had finally succumbed to unconsciousness, her features relaxed in a twisted parody of peace.