MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

The world seemed to blur around Blake as searing pain radiated from the gaping wound in his chest. Each breath felt like shards of glass scraping against his lungs, and every heartbeat sent waves of agony coursing through his body. He could taste the metallic tang of blood on his lips.

When Elena's hand withdrew from his chest, Blake felt a cold emptiness settle in the pit of his stomach. The world around him seemed to fade into darkness, and he found himself slipping into a void of despair and regret.

His thoughts turned to Rose, his beloved Rose. In that moment, she was all he could think about. Was this how it was meant to end? Dying alone on this desolate island, far from the one he loved?

His heart ached with regret, knowing that he would never see her again, never hold her in his arms or hear her laughter or her plain stone cold expression, the futile attempts she made to hide her true emotions.

A sense of resignation washed over Blake as he surrendered to the inevitable. This was his fate, his final chapter. But even as he teetered on the brink of oblivion, a flicker of defiance ignited within him. He refused to go down without a fight, refused to let Elena's cruelty be the end of his story.

With every ounce of strength he could muster, Blake reached out towards the fading light, towards the hope that still flickered within him.

But a realization dawned upon him, Blake found himself enveloped in a suffocating sense of despair. He was a mere mortal, pitted against forces far beyond his comprehension, let alone his ability to overcome. Each passing moment only served to underscore his utter helplessness.

In the depths of his soul, he grappled with the harsh truth: survival in this nightmarish scenario was but a fleeting illusion. A laughable resolution Even. He managed to open his eyes, breathing heavily. Even if he were to miraculously evade the clutches of death this time, what assurance did he have that the same fate wouldn't befall him again, and again, and again?

The icy tendrils of hopelessness tightened their grip around his heart, squeezing out any semblance of optimism or resolve. All around him, the world seemed to blur and distort, as if mocking his feeble attempts to defy his inevitable demise.

The distant murmurs of waves crashing against the shore and distorted voices mingled with the eerie silence, creating a disorienting sound that echoed through his tortured mind.

In that fleeting moment, as his life flashed before his eyes, Blake's thoughts turned to Rose—the only choice he seemed to have made that didn't turn out to bite him. How he longed to see her smile one last time, to share a moment of laughter amidst the encroaching darkness. But alas, the last memories he had with her was when she visited his prison cell and it was anything but joyful.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by the burden of his inevitable demise, Blake resigned himself to his fate. Fate, it seemed, had already penned the final chapter of his tragic story—a bitter ending to a life fraught with hardship and misfortune.

And so, as the curtain fell on his final act, Blake could only lament the cruel irony of his existence—a pawn in a game beyond his control, condemned to play out his role in this twisted sitcom of life until the bitter end.

As Blake lay on the sandy shore, his chest heaving with each labored breath, he cast his gaze heavenward, the weight of his impending demise bearing down upon him like an oppressive shroud. Even then he couldn't shake the feeling that some higher power looked down on him with a mock expression.

His lungs burned with the effort of drawing in each ragged breath, his body wracked with pain and exhaustion. Yet amidst the physical agony, a tumultuous storm of emotions raged within him. Sadness, regret, and above all, a seething anger boiled beneath the surface, fueled by the injustice of his circumstances.

In that moment of clarity, as the boundaries between life and death blurred, Blake came to a grim realization: the world was a harsh and unforgiving place, where survival often depended on one's ability to fight tooth and nail for every fleeting breath. Kill or be killed; it seemed was the law of survival.

With his strength waning and his vision growing dim, Blake closed his eyes, surrendering to the inevitable pull of oblivion. It was time to let go of all that held him tethered to this mortal coil, to embrace the unknown that awaited him beyond the veil of consciousness.

But just as he teetered on the precipice of surrender, a chorus of voices shattered the stillness around him. Opening his eyes once more, Blake beheld the faces Nana, Reggie, Gunther, and Randal—gathered around him, their expressions were like a mosaic of sorrow and despair.

It turned out with the exit of Duncan Salvador, his influence no longer worked and Reggie and his brothers could now move.

But what solace did that offer in the face of Blake's impending demise? All they could do was bear witness to his suffering, helpless to ease his pain or forestall his inevitable fate.

Nana's screams pierced the air as she grabbed hold of Blake, her hands trembling as she bore witness to the gaping hole in his chest. "Oh gods, no! Blake, hang on!" she cried, her voice laced with desperation and disbelief. They could see a gaping hole through his chest. Elena had narrowly missed his heart but from the looks of things, it seemed like a forgone conclusion.

It didn't seem like anything could be done now. The closest hospital was an eight hour boat ride across sea.

Gunther, meanwhile, stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock as he backed away from the harrowing scene unfolding before him. Reggie remained at the spot, squatting down to hold Blake and beside him, Randal stood resolute, though the anguish etched into his features betrayed the turmoil raging within.

Though the mission to find Blake had been entrusted to all three of them by Rose, Randal knew better than anyone that Reggie took it as a personal mission. As the leader of their small band, Reggie bore the weight of responsibility for their actions and their failures. This outcome was a devastating blow, one that none of them had foreseen.

Reggie's entire body shook as he clutched Blake's hand, his normally stoic demeanor crumbling in the face of overwhelming despair. It was the first time Randal had seen his brother so vulnerable, so utterly consumed by grief.But now, one human, one random yet very significant human had become such a big parts of their lives and not just Rose's.

"Reggie, please! You have to help him!" Nana pleaded, her voice raw with emotion. But Reggie remained frozen in place, his mind paralyzed by the enormity of the situation.

Desperation mounting, Nana called out to Gunther, who stood silent and unmoving in the distance. "Gunther, do something!" she implored, her voice cracking with urgency.

But Gunther remained silent, his expression unreadable as he stared away from the scene unfolding before him.

With a heavy heart, Randal shook his head, his mind racing as he searched for a solution to their dire predicament. But try as he might, he could see no way out of this nightmare.

Nana's anguish boiled over, her grief manifesting in a feral rage as she released her grip on Blake and turned her fury towards Randal. With primal intensity, she rushed towards Randal and she began pounding on his chest, each blow fueled by desperation and frustration.

"What kind of vampires are you?!" she demanded, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Why can't you just turn him and save his life?!"

Randal winced with each blow, but remained unmoving, his expression pained yet resolute. The realization dawned on them then - the option to turn Blake had never crossed their minds.

"Nana, it's not that simple," Randal replied, his voice strained. "Turning someone into a vampire is a choice we can't make lightly. It's irreversible, and it comes with consequences we can't predict."

At Randal's words, all three brothers exchanged solemn glances, the weight of their collective uncertainty pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket.

Nana's eyes blazed with fury as she turned her gaze to Reggie whom she suspected was the leader of the trio, her voice trembling with anger and anguish.

"You've all been mentioning Rose, yes? I suspect she's someone important to Blake, correct?" Nana asked to which the brothers nodded in unison.

"So would Rose have accepted such terms if she were here?" she demanded. "Would she agree to let Blake die rather than see him alive again?"

Reggie's brow furrowed with uncertainty as he considered Nana's words. "I'm not sure," he admitted, his voice heavy. "Rose cares deeply for Blake, but she also values life...and freedom. I don't know if she would want to condemn him to this existence without his consent."

Nana's fists clenched at her sides, her frustration boiling over as tears streamed down her cheeks. "But what about her love for him?" she cried, her voice choked with emotion. "Wouldn't she want him to live, I gather they have been apart for a long time, wouldn't she want to see him again, even if it meant becoming like you people?!"

Reggie's expression softened with understanding as he met Nana's tear-filled gaze. "I don't know, Nana," he said quietly. "I wish I had the answers, but right - "

"Pl-please," Blake stuttered, his voice barely audible as he interrupted their exchange. "S-save me...please."