My Mortal Enemy Dragged Me Out of the Coffin Again

As you can see, I am a vampire, a noble, beautiful and powerful race. But unfortunately, both of my parents died. Because I am the most despised mixed race in the vampire clan, I was ruthlessly abandoned by the clan, even though I was still young. Good news: A very wealthy couple took pity on me and kindly adopted me. Bad news: The couple are vampire hunters with hidden identities. They have a son who is three years older than me and is my nominal brother. But I don't get along with him. We always like to get in trouble with each other no matter what happens. It's not an exaggeration to say that we are mortal enemies. Even so, he is still willing to treat me as his biological brother. Because hybrids basically do not need to drink blood to maintain vital signs, genetic reasons make me hate the sun, but no matter how hot the sun is, it will not cause harm to me. So I've been hiding it well all this time, and no one has found out about my vampire identity. It wasn't until the day I was fifteen that I unexpectedly woke up and found out that I was the villain behind the scenes in a storybook. According to the storybook, I will accidentally take the wrong wine glass from a vampire who was mixed in at a grand dinner, and drink the blood to reveal my true identity. This is the source of all nightmares. From then on, I was abandoned by my adoptive parents who could not accept my identity as a vampire. I was hunted and almost died. Even my brother, who had always been interested in me, looked at me coldly. As expected, I turned black, and my heart kept screaming for me to kill them. My pathological possessiveness did not allow my brother to treat me in such an attitude, so I got my wish and became a villain in their words, and my sin was unforgivable. In the end, an angel-like male protagonist will appear, save his brother body and soul, and become a godly relative in the eyes of everyone. And my fate, of course, was to have my heart pierced and die a miserable death. I laughed and didn't take it seriously, but things did develop in the scripted direction. I became the target of public criticism without any suspense. Although I didn't suffer a loss, this terrible situation of being manipulated still made me quite unhappy, until the destined hero who changed everything appeared. But how could I let him easily interfere with me? I am determined to mess up this damn villain plot, whoever likes it will leave. For vampires, as long as they enter a long sleep and close their eyes, hundreds of years will fly by, and when they wake up, the world will be completely different. But in order to avoid being disturbed, I made a detailed death plan. There are only zero and countless death escapes. But... Damn it, who's going to tell him, what's going on with the adoptive parents who offered a huge reward for posting information about his disappearance, the hunter organization that came to the vampire base to interrogate his whereabouts, the fiancé who came out of nowhere and kept looking for his traces...? And that shameless rival brother, you just laid down, why did you lift the coffin and pull me out again? *The main text is from the third person perspective Not cruel, just refreshing writing. Intention: Love yourself well