Chapter 5 005

Claire's POV

As the gun pierced through my chest, The pain was unlike anything I had ever imagined. It felt like my very soul was being ripped apart. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

My mouth opened in a silent cry as I clutched at my chest, feeling my blood soaked my fingers. The world around me began to blur, the edges of my vision darkening like someone was slowly closing curtains over my eyes.

I had escaped death once, now if was finally here. I have no idea how long other humans had survived in the hands of this monster, but I felt mine was too soon.

Through my fading vision, I could see him, the one they referred to as the devil's son standing over me, his expression cold and detached.

There was no remorse in those deep blue eyes, no hint of regret for what he had just done. He simply stood there, watching me die with the same indifference one might show to a crushed insect.

"Check her pulse," he commanded, his voice distant, as if coming from underwater. I felt rough hands on my neck, pressing against my skin. Everything was becoming so cold. My body was shutting down, piece by piece, and I welcomed it.

At least in death, I would be free from this nightmare.

"She's gone, Sire," I heard someone say. "No pulse.". The word echoed in my mind as darkness claimed me completely. But then... something changed.

A warmth began to spread through my chest, starting from somewhere from the place where the birthmark on my hip had always been.

It felt like something had been scraped out of my chest, lingering there for a while. It didn't hurt the way the gunshot did. Neither was it peaceful like death, it was sore and a hint of pain briefly surged through me.

Lucien's POV

I stared down at the girl's lifeless body waiting for the familiar emptiness that always followed a kill. But it didn't come. Instead, there was something else, something I hadn't felt in three hundred years.

Regret but I quickly pushed the feeling away. That ability to feel something was long dead and some weak human wasn't capable of reviving it.

"Sire, should we dispose of the body?" Austin asked. I opened my mouth to give the order, but the words died on my lips.

The girl's body had begun to glow. It started as a faint light around her chest, right where the bullet had entered.

At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but then the glow intensified, spreading outward.

"What the fuck!" I groaned in irritation. Austin stepped back, his hand instinctively moving to the weapon at his side.

I widened my mouth, frozen at a spot as I try to process what was going on as I watch The wound itself began to close. I watched, stunned as The blood that had pooled beneath her began to evaporate, turning to mist that dissipated in the air.

"Sire..." Austin's voice was barely a whisper. "I think she is turning”.

That was the only explanation to what was happening. She was turning into a vampire and that could mean that somehow vampire blood had found it way to her.

But how was that possible since I was the only one with a vampire blood and I am so sure that I haven't given my blood to her.

While I was still lost in my thoughts, trying to figure out how this was happening, the girl gave out a loud gasp.

Her eyes flew open, and for just a moment, they weren't the dark green I remembered. They were red, glowing with the same light that had healed her.

Then she blinked, and they were green again. She sat up slowly, her hand moving to her chest where the wound had been.

She looked down at herself in confusion, then up at me with those wide, frightened eyes. "What..." her voice was hoarse, trembling. "What have you done to me?"

That was certainly supposed to be her guess, that I had turned her to a vampire. But it wasn't in my place to explain the situation.

All I needed to do right now was to get a stake and pierced it right into her heart, this time I would burn down her corpse.

But Something held me back, it was curiosity. If she had truly become a vampire, then that means someone had given her the blood and if someone had done that, then that means there was certainly a vampire in town.

But I couldn't make all of that assumptions unless I was certain that it was true. She had indeed become a vampire, then it was certain that war would break lose.

“Sire. Someone must have really turned her into……”

“Enough!” I cut him off before he could say the word and then walked slowly to her.

She clasped both her hands around the edge of her skirt. Despite how tightly she was holding onto it, her hands were still trembling.

The more that I moved closer to her, the more she tried to pull away like I was a plague she needed to get away from.

“What….. what….. have you done to me?” As her voice trembled, tears roll down her cheek.

“How are you feeling?” I scrunched up next to her, not bothered about the fear in her eyes. It was normal for any Vampire to be confused after the transformation, but something was still not right.

If she was no longer a human, then whatever that had been stopping me from being able to get to her mind should have stopped.

But it was still there, her mind blank and unable to penetrate. And it only confirmed to me that something was definitely wrong with her.

She didn't give a response to my question and with a cold expression, I continued with my question.

“Are you hungry, or probably thirsty for something you can't explain?” She rolled her tongue at my question, like trying to find out if my question was truly affecting her.

And as she shook her head, the curiosity in me grew further.

Who the hell is she!