All Chapters of My Step-Father Is A Vampire : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Liz stared at Damien like he had spoken in another language. Or maybe she was imagining things, because there was no way those words just came out of his mouth.The words replayed in her head, over and over again, each repetition slower than the last, as though her mind were deliberately dragging them out in some attempt to make sense of them. Still, it made no sense to her. She couldn’t grasp it. So she assumed it was all a joke.‘A son’Her lips parted, but no sound came out. For a moment, she wondered if she’d misheard him—if this was one of his strange attempts at making a joke, maybe to lighten the mood. Damien sat across from her, monotone as ever, his posture relaxed, his expression unreadable.Liz couldn’t help laughing.It burst out of her suddenly, sharp and breathless, echoing far too loudly in the dining room. Liz brought a hand up to her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she laughed harder, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.“That’s… wow,” she said between laughs. “

Liz couldn’t stop searching for Edmund. Well, it wasn’t much of a search since she knew exactly where he was all the time. He never left his room, not since that one time he tried to scare her. Once the realization that Damien had a son had settled in, once she got over her anger for being kept in the dark for so long, Liz found that she couldn’t push the thought of her stepbrother away no matter how hard she tried. She had this growing obsession with leaving a good impression on him. She wanted him to like her. It was strange, usually she wasn’t too concerned about others’ opinions on her. Or maybe it was because Edmund knew about her relationship with Damien. And if getting him to like her would lower the risk of him ratting her out to her mom, then that was fine. So she went back the day after their first meeting. Again and again. Over the next few days, Liz visited Edmund more times than could be considered normal. At first, she told herself it was curiosity. Then she told he

Liz was in pain. But after all the crap she’d been through, her pain tolerance was much higher. So despite the burning sensations in her limbs, she kept all her whines to herself. Damien was no doubt beating himself up over what had happened; she could see it in the way his eyes refused to meet her own. Shame. Oh well, it wasn’t his fault though, but telling him wouldn’t ease his self-blame one bit. If Liz hadn’t wanted to go to the Banquet, she would have easily turned him down. And maybe she should have, but after being cooped up in one place for so long, she had wanted a change of scenery. Look where that had gotten her. Damien carried her out of the car; he paid no heed to her protest of being able to walk. She allowed him, though there was a part of her that was afraid of what Gwen might think if she saw them like this. She was hoping that her mom was in her room like always. She had no such luck. The woman was right there, coming down the flight of stairs that led up to Liz’s

“Is something funny?” Liz didn’t even try to hide her annoyance. “Oh, baby.” Gwen gestured for her to come over. “I was making you some breakfast.” It seemed like it. There were some eggs and toast arranged dutifully on a plate. But Liz was more triggered by the fact that Edmund had come out of his room (which was so odd) and was being chatty with Gwen. It put her on edge, because hadn’t he shown an interest in her mother? At the time, she had thought he was merely pulling her leg—but what if he went and did something disgusting? It was bad enough that Liz was sleeping with Damien, but if Edmund and Gwen started hooking up, that would make things worse. It was so disgusting to even think about. Liz couldn’t even meet Gwen’s eyes. “Thanks, Mom.” She sat down and did her best to swallow the breakfast. It’s not like it tasted bad or anything, but Edmund had decided that she was interesting enough to stare at. His intense gaze made her feel on edge. She wanted to yell at him to cut i

The week trickled by slowly. Kerry was feeling more anxious than she had in years. On one hand, she was excited to see Via, but Asher was the one she dreaded meeting. And the fact that she just had to accept that this monster was now the love of her daughter’s life was unimaginable. Hadn’t he literally anticipated Via’s birth? He’d delivered her with his own hands, held her as a fucking baby. Now they were in love?! It was simply terrible. And Kerry hated that Silas had just accepted this fact so easily. Did he even care about Via as much as she did? Or was he just thrilled that their daughter had gone for a vampire, just as she had? Kerry still wasn’t comfortable with vampires, and Silas had called her racist for it. The sex that had followed had been good enough to numb her mind, but the words had still stung. Was she really a racist? Even after everything Asher had done, did hating him mean she was a racist? Thinking about it made her head hurt. “What did you plan on making?” Sh