Turning, the black cloud disappeared with the bundle.
In the Vampire City, there was a small flame hill on top of which stood a red glass mansion made out of flame stones. The mansion stood tall and steady, stretching its glass pillars into the dull red sky. Its massive and lonely appearance made it dark and gloomy.
This was the Glass Mansion of the supreme elder Luke. Vampires flashed and roamed through the black-gray Vampire City, but no one dared to approach the hill on which the red mansion stood.
Inside the Glass Mansion, a black cloud with tentacles materialized, holding afloat a small black cocoon. The black mushroom and tentacles receded into the body of the figure in the cloud.
Soon, Versailles and Luke's pale appearances were revealed.
Holding the unconscious figure in his arms, Luke's figure moved towards red glass stairs in the middle of the mansion that spiraled downwards. Flashing down the stairs with unmatchable speed, he arrived at an underground tunnel.
The tunnel was eerily red, with hundreds of stone doors stretching into the distance.
Luke's figure vanished and reappeared in front of a red stone door glowing with ancient runes. The runes brightened and dimmed intermittently, exuding cold air.
Instantly, dark smoke flowed from Luke's body, entering the stone door. The ancient runes glowed, emitting sinister dark glows that enveloped Luke and Versailles figure.
With a fierce flash, the glow winked out, revealing a dark empty tunnel.
Luke tightly held the small figure in his arms, their bodies floating through the dark passage as it twisted and twirled. The space shock unstably, sending pain shooting through his body. Unconscious of the small bundle's comfort, he used his body to shield her from the impact of the constant jostling.
Soon, the space warped, unceremoniously shooting their figures out. Somersaulting, he landed stably on the red ground.
"Hehehe....we are finally here." Luke's face filled with anticipation as he looked around.
This was a large red room filled with the scent of decay. Tubes holding various fluids and substances littered the shelves on the walls. Mutilated creatures from various races were stuck in machines and red holding glasses, black tentacles sticking out from their half complete bodies.
Moving towards a large red machine attached with hundreds of black tentacles in the center, Luke gently laid Versailles down.
"Soon, everything will be perfect." Smoothing her fire hair from her bright face, he caressed her cheek with his thumb. Gazing deeply at her picturesque face, he smiled in satisfaction. Straightening, he raised and dropped the lid, closing the machine with a loud bang.
"She will be okay, right?" Luke uncertainly asked the voice in his head as he looked at the peacefully laying girl.
"Of course. She will not only be okay, she will be even better." The voice responded with excitement.
"Oh, how so?" Luke curiously asked, his gaze still fixed on the figure in the machine, missing the joy in the voice's tone.
"Hehehe... she will no longer be the wolf's mate. Meaning, you will have the opportunity to form a mate-bond with her since she will be bondless."
"I can form a mate-bond with her? How is that possible? Only werewolves can form mate-bonds." Luke furrowed his brows in displeasure.
Even though the werewolf did not get the girl, he was still bond to her in a way that he could never hope to bond. That knowledge thickened his black heart with dark jealousy, filling his dark eyes with a sinister glow.
"Hehehe....who said only werewolves can form bonds with their mates? If you can bear to watch her suffer a little bit of pain, it is also possible for you to mate-bond with her."
"Mate bonding with her, is it really possible?" Luke's heart raced with hope as he asked in disbelief.
The mate bond is specific and exclusive to only the Werewolf clan, was it possible for a vampire to experience it?
"It is, if you can bear to watch her suffer a little." If it was even possible, the whisper in his head somehow sounded even darker and viler than it already was.
Luke hesitated for a moment, watching the oblivious serpentine he met when she was just a human. At that time, she had joked about sticking to him for lending her a hand. Now, he wanted her to stick to him, but she instead became the mate of a werewolf.
Although he felt betrayed, he did not blame her for it, because the forming of a werewolf bond was out of her hands.
As he watched her, he saw her lips move. Curious, he moved closer to the machine, leaning his ear on the glass.
"Ramose..."
The word was like a fiery flame, scorching his cold, dark heart and shattering it into pieces. Every last bit of hesitation left in his heart was also crushed in its aftermath.
Slowly leaning back, cold seeped into his black eyes, warping his dark features.
"Do it. Form the bond." Coldly throwing out the commend, he turned, directly leaving the red room.
"Hehehehe. Of course. Leave everything to me." The evil cackle filled his head, resonating in his black heart.
The black tentacles on the machine hummed, twirling and wriggling as they sunk into the machine, latching onto the sink of the figure inside. Joyous sounds of celebration spread throughout the room, the tentacles glowing and buzzing as if suddenly infused with immense power.
And that was exactly what was happening.
The tentacles were feasting and feeding on Versailles' power.
Versailles felt ice fingers slithering over her body, invading her mind, and entering her soul. She felt her soul shudder as black claws gripped and forcefully pulled, attempting to rip it out of her body.
Her soul glowed with a bright radiance, scorching the black tendrils. The black claws retreated.
However, this was just the beginning.
Because the real nightmare started the instant her fiery soul was ruthlessly pulled apart from an invisible connection that anchored and powered it.