Trading Eternity: He Takes the Vamp, I Take the World

"Father, I don't care. I want to marry the vampire," Delroy Andrews, my adopted brother, whined.

My whole body still felt like it was being torn apart from teeth ripping into my flesh. But the moment I heard Delroy's annoyed voice, I realized I'd been reborn.

However… why had Delroy made a different choice this time?

In my past life, one look at the curvy, busty, and thick-hipped female werewolf was enough to make him clamor that he wanted to marry her.

My parents had pretended to be fair and square with a so-called random draw, but both slips had "werewolf" written on them.

Delroy had drawn first, which guaranteed that he would get the werewolf, no matter which slip he grabbed.

As expected, when he threw a tantrum and claimed that the draw didn't count, insisting that he wanted to marry the vampire, Mother merely stroked his head gently and agreed with an indulgent smile.

Then, she turned to me, her expression instantly turning frosty. She said, "Titus, Delroy is ultimately still your younger brother, and we watched him grow up. Just give this up for him."

Ever since I came back home at 16 years old, that had been her line for everything. "Just give it up for him."

In the past, I would've argued and complained. But now, I simply nodded and said, "Okay."

Whatever else Mother wanted to say to persuade me died on her lips. She gave me a strange look.

I turned away, planning to go back to my room to pack my things, but Delroy suddenly grabbed my arm and snarled viciously, "Titus, it's my turn to live forever this time."

The moment he said that, I understood what was going on. He had been reborn, too.

I looked back at him with a smile. "Then, I hope you get exactly what you want."

In my past life, Delroy had only seen the vampire's noble air, the elegant grace, and the promise of immortality. He'd never known that, behind closed doors, she'd nearly drained me to death several times.

Since he wanted her so badly, he could be her walking blood bag this time.

…

Soon, the vampire clan and the werewolves each sent one of their best to wed us.

The vampire, Leila Sangalia, wore a classic-looking gown fit for nobles. She was elegant and dignified, wrapped in a high-collar black coat that made her look even more mysterious. Her skin, however, was deathly pale. She looked almost completely bloodless.

Delroy's eyes lit up at the sight of her. He was clearly drowning in her charm.

I sneered inwardly. In my past life, he'd practically drooled the same way when looking at the full-bosomed shewolf, Vivian Wolfe.

But now, he shot Vivian a look filled with open disgust and said mockingly, "Look at the huge muscles your wife has, Titus. Do you think she'll subject you to domestic abuse?"

As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed me by the collar, yanked me closer, and whispered in my ear, "Let me tell you something. It won't be long before Leila crushes the werewolves and unifies all humans.

"When that happens, you'll be groveling at my feet. Maybe I'll be generous enough to spare your life. Of course, that's assuming you're still alive by then."

He burst out laughing at his own wit.

Vampires and werewolves were natural enemies. Both species were powerful, but neither was without weaknesses.

In my past life, with my help, Leila discovered that although werewolves possessed tremendous strength, they were stubborn and single-minded. A little scheming was enough to lead them right into a trap.

But that sort of thing was far beyond someone as spoiled and short-sighted as Delroy.

…

Vivian took me back to the werewolf base.

There was no wedding. She simply tossed me onto the bed and then ran back out to drink and celebrate with the other werewolves.

The second she closed the door, I climbed out the window and slipped away. This wasn't an attempt to escape, of course. Ever since vampires and werewolves had appeared in this world, they'd spread across the globe like a virus.

They could fly and had overwhelming combat power. It wouldn't take long for them to completely conquer the humans. No way was I getting away.

But in my last life, right before I died, I found out there had always been humans resisting in the shadows. They'd found ways to suppress and even kill vampires and werewolves. Unfortunately, their numbers had been too small, and they'd been too weak. They'd also lacked anyone on the inside.

I didn't know if they succeeded after my death.

That night, when I came back and pushed open the window, I saw Vivian sitting on the bed, her face dark and stormy. She demanded, "Where did you go?"