He had hold her so tight that she had felt the bones in her arm break under the grip of is strong hands, his nail penetrating her flesh and her blood leaking along her arms, slowly coloring the white sleeves of her dress in the strange red color of death. Then he had come closer, so close that she could see all the defect of his old skin, so close that she can smell the heavy odor of the perfume he was using as a bewitchment spell, so close that she can fell the cold of his skin even before it touch her face and he had pulled on the collar of her dress, tearing apart a piece of it of reveal her neck. She could felt her heart beating faster and the blood rushing in the arteries when her skin cracked open under his fangs. They went deep inside her flesh and she felt all her strength disappeared as the blood was drained out of her. The other vampires where watching, she could see their blurry faces all around them. She can feel the tension and their need for blood and she also found herself wishing that they will jump on them and finish taking her blood away. But that wasn’t the plan. Two vampires approached and torn apart his shirt. She felt like a puppet in his arm unable to do anything to resist his will. He cut his chest with his thumb nail and held her mouth against it. She tried not to drink it, she tried not to breathe to finish her life right there but the need for air was stronger and the blood started leaking inside her as she desperately try to push away from him to breath. She knew it was too late, as her body stress up with the transformation, she knew that she had become one of them. He throw her violently on the ground with a look of disgust when he had finished and covered himself, the cut on his chest closed itself in a fraction of second. Sorina was feeling weak and her head was spinning. He made a gesture as she looked at him and two vampires seized her before she blacked out.
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