---- Chapter 385 Vincenzo was desperate.

Each push on her chest was harder than the last.

Her blood was still on his hands, her warmth slowly fading beneath him.

But he refused to believe she was dead.

These emotions...

this feeling of dread in his chest, this thudding of his heart This is the most he has felt in years.

She had made him feel all this in a matter of few days, when he has been a walking dead for years.

Her eyes...

They light his soul on fire...

the soul he had long offered to the demons.

How can she leave him in between like this? For Gerald she may be just an experiment...

They ---- ee = both may be just an experiment for him.

A experiment to create a stronger species But for Vince? Zariyan Volkov was his salvation.

The one he had been waiting for since a decade.

His last hope.

"Little one," he whispered, his voice breaking.

He find his hands trembling as he cupped her ashen face in his hands.

Breathe little one.

His literally pleased, his lips brushed hers again, this time lingering, his forehead pressed against her still temple.

T won't let you die.

Not like this.

Not when I need The machine beeped.

Once.

Twice ---- A sudden, sharp tone broke the suffocating silence, and Vinces eyes snap up to the monitor's display.

100%.

Transition successful The words stated back at Vince and before he could even realise what was happening, her body jerked beneath him, and her eyes snapped open.noveldrama

He froze, his breath caught in his throat as her gaze locked onto his.

Crimson....

Darker that the colour of blood.

Stared back at him.

And for the first time in his life, Vincenzo felt the sharp sting of what they call fear crawling into his skin.

Litt-le one? He inquired, extending his hand to caress her freezing cheeks.

And she continues to stare back at him, blankly.

---- eee = W-who are you? Her question rooted a knife into his chest.

But he knew this was coming.

The transition was a success.

Her memories were wiped off.

She was clean canvas now.

And it was time to draw his favourite painting A small smile forms on his lips and he lowers himself to press his lips against her innocent pale ones.

Master.

You will call me master, little one.

Her lips stay unmoving beneath his, as he kisses her deeply.

She didnt flinch, didnt blink, only stared at him with those unnerving crimson eyes as he devoured her pale lips, biting and tainting them red.

It was as if she were a marionette, the strings of her emotions cut loose, leaving nothing behind but a hollow vessel waiting to be filled by him.

Master...

Her voice came out soft, distant, almost like the whisper of a wind and a surge of triumph coursed through Vincenzos veins.