My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Chapter 364 - 364: Free At Last

Anya entered the estate, knowing the kind of risk she was taking. It was nightfall but it was also the perfect time for secrets.

She would be betting on the benevolence of another Vampire. Well, it wasn't just any vampire, it was the Attendant but that didn't make her feel any better.

But she had to take the gamble all the same. It was her only way out.

Michelangelo was slowly getting closer and closer to the truth. Genesis had left enough clues and threads for the man to follow. Sooner or later, he'll get to the answers he was

"Watch him." Michelangelo said to Lisa.

"Like a cat video." Lisa grinned, keeping her eyes on James who stood there, looking like he was ready to protest. He opened his mouth and paused, glancing at Anya. Then, his expression hardened and he said nothing.

As for Anya, she glanced between both men and hesitated before following Michelangelo.

This was her chance!

But the further they walked, the more she found herself tongue tied. Not because of the apprehension she was feeling, though that was a big part of it, but because of the direction they were moving in.

The basement. The same place where Nicodemus was hidden.

"You knew about this place, didn't you?" Michelangelo said as they walked without looking back.

Anya's eyes widened as terror swept through her bones. "Attendant, I-"

"Your period of grace is over, Anya." Michelangelo said with steel in his voice, cutting her off. "You chose to withhold information. Now, you'll face the consequences of that choice."

"I didn't withhold anything-" She began, but Michelangelo raised a hand, silencing her.

"Enough." He said, his tone final. "Whatever excuses you have, save them for later."

They were finally at the heavy doors of the basement. He gestured towards it.

"Daphne."

Daphne stepped forward, her hand brushing against the surface of the door.

Darkness coiled around her fingers, spreading across the metal like living ink. Bracing herself, she began pulling the door open.

The darkness seeped into the door and with a groan, it began to open.

And that was when it happened.

Exactly when the door was wide enough, a pale, clawed hand shot out from the darkness and speared through Daphne's chest.

Black blood splattered backwards as she stood there, dead before she could do anything.

Michelangelo stood there, frozen, his eyes wide like he hadn't expected that. Even in his state, his Aura surged forward, filling the corridor with the crushing pressure of his Dominance.

The hand was yanked out of Daphne's chest and her body crumbled, Michelangelo's eyes following it.

Then, the door swung open the rest of the way and he stepped out.

Pale skin, spinning red eyes and golden chains hanging off his hands.

Nicodemus.

The beast was free at last.