Soon, the servants started preparing the chambers suitable for vampire transformation. The chamber looked dark and gothic with candles lit everywhere.
"These are necessary." Azrael said, running his hand on the leather restraints attached to the wooden bedframe. "When the pain hits you, you won't be able to control your body. I've seen turned vampires breaking their own bones."
He had dismissed everyone from the chambers. In the dead silence, she could hear her own heartbeat.
"Now, I'll explain to you what will happen." Azrael said. "I'll drain you. I'll take you to the edge, to the point where your body will decide whether to fight or surrender. Your heart will slow down. Your vision will fade, and you'll feel cold unlike anything you've ever experienced.
