The End of the Blood Contract

I am the blood-contractor of the Vampire Prince, a holy blood-contractor who meets once in a thousand years. He promised to tie the Ancestral Stone to the side of my neck with his own hands, and to protect it in my life and forever. But what I was waiting for was a plastic toy chain broken into three parts and glued together with 502 glue. The burrs were as sharp as a knife, and the neck was covered in blood. And the Ancestral Stone was tied to another woman's ankle, making a clanking sound. He said, "Your skin is pretty good anyway, so it's okay to wear it." I didn't cry. I just raised my head, looked at his handsome but cold face, and smiled softly. From that day on, I started counting down in my mind. Three, two, one. Victor, your death has come.