My Mother Is A Powerful Yandere Vampire!

A young man is standing before a mirror, looking at his own reflection.

His ice-blue eyes glanced around his lean body, full of sturdy muscles. His shoulder-length crimson-red hair was tied into a ponytail.

'My training starts from today….' The man grumbled inwardly. Turning around from the mirror, the man walked towards the bed and fell onto it and closed his eyes, recalling the last 20 years of his new life.

…..

My name is Mark; at least it used to be. I was your average Joe working hard to go to college.

I had no parents; they died in an accident and was hoped from one adoptive parent to another.

But I was good in school and was able to get admitted into a prestigious university. But when I was cycling my way to my part-time job, a truck hit me and I ended up dead.

Now, I thought that when you die, you'd die forever, but I ended up being born again.

Not as a human, though. But as a vampire. Shocking, I know.

It was hard at first, trying to come to terms with my new identity. But I was able to eventually.

Of course, I drink human blood. Where it comes from, I don't know. The servants take care of it.

Oh, and by the way, I am a noble and a very important one at that. I am the son of the strongest female vampire in existence, Duchess Khiona Skadi Iseult.

And I am Maximus Skadi Iseult, Max for short.

….

"Young master, wake up. The lady is waiting for you in the training room." A woman wearing a maid uniform said as she opened the door to Max's room.

Max opened his eyes and sat up on his bed; he looked at the woman who is the head maid of House Iseult, Helena.

Helana had black hair and brown eyes; her entire body, except her hands and face, was covered in her maid uniform, but it failed to cover the shape of her voluptuous body.

"Looks like my mother changed the uniform once again, huh, Helena," Max muttered as he got up from his bed.

The head maid's lips twitched at his words, "Yes, young master. The mistress believes that showing skin as a maid is not proper."

SCOFF

Max scoffed at her answer and walked over to her. He closed the distance between him and the maid, held her chin and whispered, "Then what do you think, Helena? Do you think that showing skin as a maid is not proper?"

He lowered his head, his lips hovering over hers with a smirk.

Helena's pale face reddened a little, her heartbeat quickened as she looked at his handsome face, "T-The mistress will kill me, young master."

"But how? She doesn't know that I am this close to you. Nor does she need to know," Max muttered as he inched closer, his lips brushing against hers while his smirk widened.

Helena's heart was now thumping against her chest; her brown eyes quivered with fear. Yes, fear!

"P-Please, Young Master. I wish to keep my head above my shoulders," she pleaded. She knew he was just teasing her playfully, but she doesn't see it that way.

'If the mistress finds out, she will definitely kill me!' she freaked out internally while sweat dripped from her forehead.

Noticing this, Max clicked his tongue, feeling pity for the poor maid and pulled out. "Tsk, you are so boring, Helena. Tell my mother that I will be there in ten minutes."

Helena breathed a big sigh of relief when Max distanced himself from her, but she also felt a pang in her heart, 'Although I like the young master teasing me, I like it more when my head is not minced into paste by the lady.'

She then bowed to Max and walked out of the room.

CHUCKLE

Max chuckled to himself after Helena left. He stood in his place for a minute before changing his clothes to a white shirt and brown pants that were light and easy to move in.

Walking out of his room, he began walking towards the training room, which was at the other end of the castle.

His eyes roamed the hallway as he walked to his destination. The hallway was empty, but fitted with many luxurious items.

Vases filled with exotic flowers let out a soft fragrance that calmed one's mind.

Large windows on his left were draped with expensive silk curtains, blocking the moonlight while various portraits and paintings adorned the wall on the left.

Max walked through various hallways that looked similar to the ones earlier until, finally, he reached the training room.

'Damn, this castle is stupidly big!' Max cursed inwardly as he opened the door to the training room.

As he stepped in, he looked at the spacious room, almost the size of a football field. To his right were racks containing many weapons, from spear to sword to bow, etc.

To his left were bathrooms and other equipment, while to his front was a vast field of empty space.

In the middle of the training room was a woman standing. She appeared to be in her early 30s with long crimson-red hair that fell down to her waist.

Her voluptuous body was covered by a red battle robe that emphasised her curves. Her skin was pale as snow with no blemishes, while her slender hand held a thick, rusty book.

Her ice-blue eyes softened when she noticed Max walking toward her, "You're here."

Max's lips curved into an amused smile as he answered, "Yes, Mother."