Summary: A continuation of the last chapter and the future of our main couple is at stake!
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Previously....

Bellamira La Miele was the main character of a lesbian book. However, when translated into an otome game, she was cast as the villainess and her lover Angelina was made as the tool for the affections of the male lead. Spurned by this, a loyal fan and woman lover wrote a scathing review that caused her to be isekaied by a petty game god. She became the new Bellamira and vowed to put the original storyline back in place by pulling a move that even shocked the game god himself! But can she outwit the three male leads who will try and throw the story out of whack?

And now....the continuation!

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I, Bellamira La Miele, have successfully retrieved Angelina before the main plot could begin! 

Throughout our years of growing up together, Angelina and I have grown closer as friends and perhaps something more. Mother thought nothing of it as she assumed my human lover to be just a playmate. Father was away on his trips to the vampire council to care. So, with the supervision of mere servants and maids, I wrapped the adorable child around my fingers. 

Our days were filled with tea parties, dress-ups, and trips to the nearby village for some fun. It was heartwarming to see her smile brightly when I brought her a new dress, baked goods, or jewelry set. It took all my willpower to not suck her blood then and there, but I managed to stave off my hunger by introducing a new concept to this time period; blood drives. To sneak around the vampire hunters, I gave the human doctors inside the village the idea of starting a campaign to attract humans to donate blood for health purposes. In doing this, my mother was very impressed by my ingenuity. I did all this to keep Angelina happy and secure in my manor. 

I then was reminded of this being an otome game.

I knew it would only be a matter of time before the plot would keep up with us. As we grew older and more beautiful, I knew the king of vampires would be on my tail soon along with her dear childhood friend and resident hunter. I had to protect my lovely Angelina from those awful, awful men! How I would deal with them would have to be clever and well thought out. 

In the meantime, I must say my beloved's feelings to not trust any unruly males from whisking her away under romantic pretenses. 

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Young Edgar was a man on a mission. 

Growing up in an orphanage in a relatively poor town, there wasn't much he could do outside to survive and grow up out of the system. He did, however, have one friend whom he treasured and loved; Angelina. She was so sweet that everyone was smitten by her, including himself. He figured they would leave the orphanage together and start a family. That would all go out the window when he saw her enter a noblewoman's carriage and be whisked away to the large manor at the top of the hill. The rumored manor held bloodthirsty vampires that could kill her or worse! He had to save her from the evil bloodsuckers before she became a corpse. There was also the matter of the horrible daughter who lived up there and had a bad attitude and ghastly appearance. Who knows what she could be doing to his poor paramour? 

And so, he grew a little older and got a job as a groundskeeper for the manor. He saw how many roses lay in the garden and was disgusted. Those roses reminded him of blood and stank of the rich. How he despised those who had what he didn't! All he wanted to do was get Angelina and perhaps take this place as their home. He waited with bated breath for her to appear as he cleaned the garden when he saw the balcony lights turn on. There, standing on the balcony was the visage of the lovely lady fair. He felt his heart race as he glanced happily up at her. Seeing this to be his chance, he ran up to where she could see him and waved his hands. 

"Angelina! Down here, Angelina!" He yelled, heart racing as he wanted to gain her eye.

Yet, when she looked down and saw him, a look of horror filled her face. She screamed and cried out a name that sent shivers down his spine. In a flurry of bats, the unearthly appearance of Bellamira emerged and gave him a cold stare.

"Groundskeeper..." Her voice seemed to echo as her eyes glowed. "Leave my maiden alone and continue your work. Do not appear in front of her if you value your own life." 

He shook with fear as he cowardly ran away, vowing vengeance under his breath. His eyes darted back to see the vampire duchess holding his woman in her arms in a sweet embrace as Angelina leaned her head gently against her shoulder. This made his blood boil as he would have to de-program her from this vampire's lies. 

When the daylight shined, he visited the local apothecary to purchase some holy water that would poison the entire vampire manor. A small vial was expensive since the nearest church was a ways away, but he had to save his beloved.

As the moon hung low in the night sky, Edgar, the trusted groundskeeper of the vampire duchess' mansion, moved with calculated steps through the hallowed halls. His heart raced with a mixture of determination and anxiety, his singular purpose clear – to free his beloved Angelina from the clutches of the malevolent Bellamira.

The scent of a simmering soup wafted through the air, guiding Edgar to the heart of the mansion – the kitchen. Shadows clung to the corners, concealing his movements as he entered the culinary domain.

In the dim light, the pots and pans gleamed, reflecting the conspiratorial glint in Edgar's eyes. From the folds of his cloak, he extracted a small vial containing holy water – a weapon against the vampiric influence that ensnared Angelina.

"This is the only way to weaken Bellamira's hold," he whispered to himself, his hands steady despite the weight of the task at hand. With silent precision, he poured a few drops of the holy water into the bubbling pot of soup, the liquid shimmering with a divine glow.

Edgar retreated into the shadows, his senses heightened as he left behind an invisible mark, a quiet rebellion against the orchestrated narrative. 

In the luxurious chambers of the vampire duchess, Bellamira, Angelina, and her mother, the Vampire Duchess, she indulged in a lavish feast. The aroma of the soup filled the air, a prelude to the subtle change that lingered within its depths. The human woman was blessed to have been taken that day as she sat by her longtime friend and adoptive maternal figure. The servant had served the soup to them, pouring it into nicely porcelain dishes.

"Mother, I must say, this soup is exquisite," Bellamira smirked, taking a whiff. "What's the occasion?"

Her mother laughed. "Just a little celebration, my dear. A toast to our continued success with your new blood drive idea. Certainly, a feat worthy of a small feast while your father sings your praises at the next council meeting." 

"I agree. You deserve all the praise, Lady Bella!" Angelina held her hand. "I'm so happy that I was the inspiration for all this."

"Of course dear Angelina, I owe everything I have to you." Bellamira kissed her hand, making the woman blush. "Now then, shall we eat?" 

Back in the kitchen, Edgar lingered in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the dining area. His heartbeat echoed the seconds, the weight of anticipation heavy in the air. 

"Let's see if holy water has the power to break your hold on Angelina." He whispered, waiting with bated breath. 

The effects of the tainted soup began to unfold in the opulent chambers of the vampire duchess. Suddenly, the room echoed with the clattering of silverware as the vampire women dropped their utensils, their eyes wide with confusion. The divine energy of the holy water worked its way through their veins, momentarily overwhelming their senses. As the vampiric influence temporarily weakened, Angelina looked around in astonishment, her gaze meeting Edgar's. He approached with a mix of urgency and concern. The human woman was surprised to see that strange man from the other night in the manor! That's when she recognized him, from all those years ago at her old orphanage. 

"Angelina, we need to leave. This is our chance." Edgar came over and grabbed her by the arm. 

However, Angelina's features contorted in disgust. She recoiled from Edgar, her eyes fixed on Bellamira, still slumped in her chair.

" Leave with you? After what you've done? Never." She glared, going over to help her friend. "Edgar, what have you done?"

A laugh filled the air as the two heard a sudden shift behind them. Bellamira, with a malicious glint returning to her eyes, and her mother regained their composure. They were seemingly unaffected by the holy water's brief influence and revealed a small vial, an antidote in her possession. 

"Did you think you could outsmart me, Edgar? Foolish mortal." She snarked, batting her eyes. "Could you please release my friend there?"

Edgar's shoulders tensed, realizing that his attempt at liberation had not gone as planned. Bellamira and her mother, now fully aware, turned their attention to the would-be saboteur. Yet, in a surprising turn of events, relief washed over Angelina as she watched Bellamira awaken. A glimmer of happiness replaced the fear in her eyes.

"Bella..." She said quietly, a smile forming on her face.

Amid the impending confrontation, Angelina's gaze shifted from Bellamira to the room, her complicated feelings evolving with every passing moment. The vampire woman approached the cowering man with her red eyes glowing and fangs out.

"There will be consequences for this."

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The next one to be dealt with was Bram, the roguish vampire hunter. The brooding and determined vampire hunter had long sought revenge against Bellamira. His family's tragic fate fueled his unrelenting quest. One night, many years ago, he thought he saw the evil lady at his house, draining his family of all their precious blood. Due to this, he wanted her slain and everything she had burned to the ground. It took him years of training and studying vampire culture to locate her. As the moon cast its pale glow over the darkened landscape, Bram tracked his nemesis to the ominous mansion.

Under the cover of night, Bram stealthily approached the mansion, his senses heightened, and his heart filled with the desire for vengeance. In the shadows, he observed Bellamira, the vampire duchess, orchestrating her sinister plans.

Said sinister plans was brushing the hair of her sweet Angelina while the two of them snacked on chocolates and read classic literature in their nightgowns. 

As Bram moved closer, he unexpectedly stumbled upon a room illuminated by the soft flicker of candlelight. Through an open window, he glimpsed Bellamira and Angelina engaged in their unexpected sleepover, their laughter echoing within the walls. 

"What on Earth is this?" He whispered, his cheeks flaring up.

Drawn by a mysterious force, Bram couldn't tear his gaze away. Angelina's beauty, bathed in the gentle glow, struck him like a celestial vision. He watched, captivated, as she and Bellamira shared a rare moment of camaraderie. His cold, hunter's exterior cracked, revealing a vulnerability he had long buried.

"My goodness, who is that ethereal angel that is being besmirched by that vampiric vixen?" 

The internal conflict intensified. Bram grappled with the conflicting emotions of revenge and the undeniable charm of Angelina. From his hidden vantage point, he observed, both enchanted and tormented by the juxtaposition of darkness and a seemingly innocent sleepover.

As the night unfolded, Bram remained in the shadows, haunted by the paradoxical allure of the maiden he had once deemed trapped in the clutches of the wicked vampire. Unfortunately, he had gotten a little too close to the window and caused a twig to snap under the weight of his feet. 

"Did you hear that?" Bellamira paused in her hair brushing and snapped her gaze to the window.

In an instant, Bram froze, realizing the floor beneath him had betrayed his attempt at stealth. The room fell silent, and the window swung open, revealing Bellamira's piercing gaze. 

"A voyeur? My, my, that's rather bold." She gazed down at him as her nightgown straps slipped down seductively. "And a hunter no less."

Angelina, startled by the intrusion, let out a scream, her eyes wide with fear. She covered herself with a nearby blanket as she hid behind Bellamira.

"Not another strange man! Why do they keep coming here?" She asked fearfully. 

"Wait-! I wasn't trying to..." Bram held up his hands, trying to dissuade her. 

"Oh, darling, no need to fret." Bellamira patted her sweet human's head. "Let your scarlet lover take care of this snooping miscreant for you."

 Bram, feeling exposed, took a step back, but Bellamira's gaze held a mix of amusement and interest. 

"A hunter spying on a vampire? Now that's an entertaining twist. What brings you to my window, hunter?" She asked, leaning on the window ledge.

Bram, his resolve wavering under Bellamira's piercing stare, tried to choose his words carefully.

"I don't have to explain anything to you, vile creature of the night. My family suffered from you and now I shall avenge them!" He pointed his stake at her.

"Ah, a vendetta. How charming." She said in a taunting manner. "But you see dear hunter, I don't take kindly to those who pry into my affairs or scare my lover."

Bram felt the weight of Bellamira's threat, his instincts urging him to flee. Yet, the vampire duchess continued to toy with him.

"You've trespassed where you shouldn't have. There's a certain thrill in deciding the fate of a hunter. What shall I do with you?" 

Angelina took this as her cue to go get some more snacks from the kitchen. She hummed to herself as she heard the poor cries of another male who dared mess with her vampire lady.

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Finally, it was time for the vampire king himself.

In the heart of the vampire kingdom, Draven, the formidable vampire king, learned of the existence of the legendary blood bride—Angelina. The mere mention of her name stirred a hunger within him, a thirst for the purest blood that could elevate his power to unparalleled heights.

As the moon cast its glow over the grand halls of the vampire castle, Draven's gaze fixated on the portrait of Angelina, the key to untold power. 

"The legendary blood bride. The time has come to claim what is rightfully mine." He whispered, his hand rubbing against her portrait cheek. "You shall soon become my bride and rule the kingdom with me."

Driven by an insatiable desire, Draven set his sights on Angelina, determined to make her his own. His pursuit led him to the mysterious mansion where Angelina's fate intertwined with the vampire duchess, Bellamira.

With regal grace, Draven entered the scene, his presence commanding attention. Bellamira, intrigued by the powerful king's arrival, welcomed him with a sly smile.

"Oh! My lord..." Bellamira exclaimed, clutching her pearls most sarcastically. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you being here?"

" I seek something that belongs to me." He spoke coldly, pushing past her as he looked around the foyer. "Where is the blood bride?"

"Bella, who was at the door?" 

From the top of the staircase was Angelina, her red hair rippling down her back as she wore an elegant purple dress. Draven's mouth dropped widely as he witnessed her grace and charms. This was it, here was his destiny in a very lacy dress and wearing a nice set of jewelry. 

Unbeknownst to him, a clandestine alliance already existed in the form of Angelina and Bellamira's secret marriage.

As Draven advanced, Angelina's eyes flickered with a mixture of fear and determination. Bellamira, her spouse, observed the unfolding events with a calculating gaze. 

"My blood bride, you grace me at last." His smile brightened as he knelt before her. "Enough with the small talk, allow me to take you home and give you a better life than whatever Bellamira has put you through."

"No! Stay away from me!" Angelina ran back up the stairs as she heard him grunt behind her.

"You shouldn't run away from destiny, my love!" Draven exclaimed, chasing after her.

As Draven's pursuit continued, the mansion became a battleground not only for power but for the complexities of vampire relationships. The invisible bond between Angelina and Bellamira was a force to be reckoned with, challenging the very fabric of the vampire court.

Draven, oblivious to the entangled alliances, believed himself to be the puppet master, orchestrating a destiny that he thought was solely within his grasp. He chased the poor human woman down every hall and corridor of the mansion. Eventually, she found herself in a hallway that had a dead end as she turned to see him stalking her. 

"There's nowhere left to run, my dear." He smirked, approaching her slowly. "Just accept your destiny."

Instead of being scared, Angelina was seemingly calm. She dug into her dress to reveal that she had a hidden stake inside her dress. 

"If I must face my destiny, let it be on my terms." She pointed the stake at him.

"You think a mere stake will stop me? Many brave hunters have tried, but failed once my fangs sink into their necks." He came closer. "Put down the stake and just-"

With a swift motion, Angelina lunged forward, surprising Draven with her resolve. The stake found its mark, piercing through his undead heart. A low growl escaped his lips as the realization of his impending demise set in.

"You dare betray me?" He stumbled backward in shock.

"I won't be a pawn in your games." Angelina spat, glaring at him. "Rot in hell..."

The vampire king's form began to crumble, his once formidable presence reduced to ashes. The grand halls of the mansion witnessed the final moments of Draven, as he turned to dust beneath the moonlit beams.

Angelina, catching her breath, watched as the dust dissipated into the night. The weight of her actions hung in the air, a mix of relief and the understanding that the complexities of the vampire court would forever shape her destiny.

The mansion, once a battleground, now stood in silence, with the remnants of Draven's existence fading away in the moonlight.

"Was that the last guy that we had to take out so that we could live in peace?" She asked aloud, sensing the appearance of Bellamira from the shadows.

The vampiress smiled as she wrapped her arms around the red-haired wonder. "Yes...and now we can remain our married selves without ever having to deal with those lousy men ever again."

"I can't believe the nerve of those guys." Angelina kissed Bella on the cheek. "Can we go get some dinner now?"

"After that display, I think you've earned that."

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Greetings everyone!

Finally got this out and edited! So sorry it took so long. The holidays have kept me busy with work. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take too long to get done.

I have more suggestions, so keep them coming and I'll make the magic!

Next time...

In a prejudiced society, a kitsune gets framed with murder. No one believes her as she is burned at the stake—no one...except for the second prince himself. Join Carter as he goes back in time to correct a grievance, stop his older brother, and save the wronged villainess from a fate spurned by hatred.

Tune in for..."My Kitsune Friend Deserves A Second Chance!"