Zia's body convulsed, and her eyes narrowed. Arad's massive fangs slurped the blood out of her veins, and with it, the marrow of her bones got violently pulled out.
The pain was unimaginable and the agony unbearable. She wanted to scream, but her muscles and throat were too dry to move. She looked like a mummified husk in seconds, betraying any semblance of life.
She was still wide awake, feeling her body rapidly dying. But she was a vampire; death never came easy. A human would've already perished the moment Arad's massive fangs pierced her neck, but she wasn't.
Through the torturous pain, the dreadful silence, and fear, her mind remained calm, forgetting about everything besides survival. This process was quite necessary for her to become a vampire lord.
Her weak spawn blood needed to be changed with a stronger one, so flushing it out was a necessity, cleaning her veins and muscles was mandatory.
