My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything - Chapter 291

Chapter 291: The Final Piece
Vladimir stood on the deserted street, staring up at the Old Museum. The building stood as a dark silhouette against the night sky, as if mourning the fate of all who once lived in it.

Vladimir walked through the entrance, his every sense on guard. He wore his usual suit, but there was an edge to his demeanor, something more predatory tonight.

He stepped into the ground entrance hall, his footsteps echoing in the large space. It was as if the entire building was deserted. He deployed his Aura, sweeping through the floors until he found Ivo.

He frowned at the sight before shrugging. He got into the elevator and ascended to the throne room where Ivo was waiting. The elevator dinged and he stepped out.

The room was empty, save for the lone figure seated on a throne so showy, he was impressed that tours were not being offered for people to see it. The windows, which he guessed were usually open to the sweeping view of Southside, were covered by thick drapes. Ivo sat there, reclining, a glass of blood wine in his hand.

“I would have remarked on how the mighty have fallen but we both know you were never mighty.” Vladimir stopped before the throne, looking at Ivo with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. “You never should have reached further than you could get.”

“Fuck off, okay?” Ivo drank from his glass.

“I will. After I’ve gotten what I want.” Vladimir said. “But there is one thing I want to know before we get to the good part. Why does Solomon want you dead?”

Ivo chuckled softly, the sound reverberating in the empty room. He swirled the wine in his glass, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned forward.

“You’re here to kill me, then?” He asked with a crooked smile. “And for what, exactly? Solomon’s whim?”

“Just answer the damn question.”

“Impatient, I see.” Ivo chuckled. “Lucky for you, I’m in a sharing mood. You see, Solomon wants to get his greedy paws on Ezra Matten. Alive. Only God knows why, doesn’t he?”

“I see.” Vladimir nodded to himself. “Solomon has been acting out of character just for the man who kept Yuri’s county safe. And what is Ezra Matten worth to him?”

Ivo’s grin widened, his amusement deepening at Vladimir’s confusion. “Ah, that’s the question, isn’t it?” He gestured for Vladimir to sit, but Vladimir remained standing, his expression hardening.

“And why doesn’t he kill you himself?” Vladimir asked. “What’s stopping him?”

“That, I can answer.” Ivo’s grin faded slightly, his expression sobering. “You see, Solomon and I made a deal. Not just any deal. A blood oath. In exchange for his support and non-interference in Southside, I was supposed to hand over Ezra Matten. But as I’m obviously not doing that, he wants to get rid of me so that he can get the freedom to go after Ezra himself. Neat, right?”

“And here’s the kicker,” Ivo went on, leaning back into the throne. His expression morphed into a grin as if what he was about to reveal entertained him more than it troubled him. “Solomon wants Ezra for reasons that even I don’t fully understand but he’s obsessed.”

“He probably thinks Ezra will give him some sort of edge, some power that he doesn’t yet have. I suppose that’s why he’s been doing all of this. Every move, every betrayal, it’s all been about Ezra.”

Vladimir was silent for a moment, frowning as he processed the information. “So, Solomon needs you dead to enter Southside and search?”

“Exactly.” Ivo replied, raising his glass in a mock toast. “And it seems he’s hoping someone else will take care of his little problem. Someone like you, perhaps.”

Vladimir’s gaze hardened, the pieces falling into place in his mind. “And you’re just sitting here, waiting for it to happen?”

Ivo shrugged, his indifference almost infuriating. “What choice do I have? Solomon’s desperate, and he’s losing control. The blood oath ties his hands, but I’m not naive enough to think I can survive this unscathed. Maybe you kill me, maybe you don’t. It hardly matters at this point, you know? What’s the point in living when everyone I wanted to share my victory with is dead?”

Vladimir’s expression darkened as he took a step forward, his voice low and cold. “You seem awfully relaxed for a man whose life is on the line.”

Ivo chuckled again, setting his glass down on the armrest of his throne. “I’ve already made peace with it, Vladimir. There’s no point in fighting what’s inevitable. Solomon will get what he wants, one way or another. The only question left is who delivers the final blow.”

There was a long, tense silence between them as Vladimir processed Ivo’s words. THe now knew the truth of the situation. Solomon had orchestrated everything, turned Ivo into a pawn and is now discarding him to get what he wants. And he was the new pawn.

Ivo’s eyes met Vladimir’s, a resigned smirk playing on his lips. “So, are you going to kill me now, or are you going to keep asking questions?”

Vladimir’s expression darkened, and in one swift movement, he was in front of Ivo, his hand reaching for the other vampire’s chest. Ivo didn’t flinch, didn’t move to defend himself. He simply sat there, waiting.

Vladimir’s hand plunged through Ivo’s chest, his fingers wrapping around Ivo’s heart. The moment was silent, save for the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart. Ivo’s eyes flickered for a moment, a flash of pain crossing his face, but there was no resistance.

Ivo didn’t try to stop him, didn’t try to fight. His lips parted in a final exhale, and a strange, almost peaceful smile spread across his face.

“Thank you.” Ivo whispered, the last word barely audible as his heart was ripped from his chest. His body slumped forward, lifeless, as Vladimir stood over him, holding the dead heart in his hand.

The room was silent in the aftermath of Ivo’s death. Vladimir looked down at the corpse before him, his face a mask of indifference.

“Fool.” He muttered, tossing the heart aside as if it were nothing more than a discarded trinket.

He had what he needed now. Ivo was gone, and Southside was open for the taking. But even as he left the Old Museum, he knew the war wasn’t over. Solomon was still after a piece that could be useful to him too.

“Ezra Matten.” He said to himself as he left the throne room. “I’m coming for you.”