I Died on My Order of the Night

Father, Mother, and Leo rushed to her side at once.

When they saw the red mark on Olivia’s palm—raw and angry, like a burn—they all panicked.

“We didn’t come into contact with any humans at the night banquet,” someone said sharply.

“What kind of vampire would give a silver gift?”

My mother’s gaze swept across the room before stopping on an opened gift box.

“That gift box…”Her voice hesitated.“Wasn’t it Bella’s?”

Olivia immediately looked as if she were about to cry.

“Mom, please don’t blame Bella. The gift was on my bedside table this morning. I was just happy she wanted to give me something.”

In an instant, disappointment and anger filled Father’s and Leo’s faces.

“I knew it!”

“No wonder she kept dragging her feet and refusing to come home. She was plotting to hurt Olivia!”

“How could I have such a vicious sister?”

“Enough!” Father snapped.

“Stop arguing and take Olivia to the Coven’s Blood Healer, now!”

He kicked the gift box—the very one Olivia had taken from my room—

then slammed his fist down on the table in rage.

“We’re out of bandages,” Leo said.

“I’ll go to the basement and get some.”

He turned to leave.

Olivia’s eyes flickered.

She grabbed Leo’s arm.

“Don’t go,” she said quickly.

“The Blood Healer will have bandages.”

“It hurts so much…”

If Leo had taken even one more step toward the basement,he would have smelled the overwhelming scent of blood.

But that never happened.

At Olivia’s words, the family hurried out together,leaving only my soul drifting in the now-empty living room.

I wanted to scream that I had done nothing.

But I could no longer speak.

And I knew—even if I could, they would never believe me.

So be it.

The head housekeeper heard the commotion and came out to clean up the mess.

She sighed softly.

“Miss Bella… why do you never learn how to protect yourself?”

My soul drifted back to my room.

When I saw the notebook on the desk, memories surged forward.

When I was ten years old,the Black Hawk Coven held its once-every-decade Bloodline Awakening.

That day determined every vampire’s future standing within the Coven,as well as the upper limit their bloodline could ever reach.

Leo went first.

His bloodline manifested as the shadow of jet-black blood wings,a sign of power and administrative potential.

Father looked at him without hiding his pride.

When it was Olivia’s turn,

her bloodline manifested as a rare silver-white glow,

carrying a naturally soothing resonance

that gradually calmed the blood of everyone around her.

Mother pulled her into her arms and called her the family’s treasure.

Not wanting to disappoint them,I stepped onto the Awakening platform full of hope.

But when my bloodline responded—everyone fell silent.

My manifestation was painfully ordinary.

No phenomenon.

No rare traits.

Only the most basic blood resonance,so common it could be lost among the rest of the Coven without notice.

From that day on,I became the family’s “ordinary one”—someone not worth investing extra resources in.

Even later,when I received the highest academic honor personally awarded by the Vampire King,they still believed—

bloodline decided everything.

And I was ordinary.Disposable.