When Nina opened her eyes again, her senses changed unexpectedly, and everything around her continued to twist and stretch as if submerged in the sea.

It was as if there were countless people talking to each other in her ears, and the noise was overwhelming, and the scene in front of her was jumping back and forth from far and near, and the violent dizziness made her stomach churn.

"How does it feel to be a vampire when you finally wake up?"

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and the sound passed through the noisy reverberation, vibrating Nina's eardrums very clearly.

Although I understood every word, I couldn't understand the meaning of the whole sentence at all.

Nina looked in the direction from which the voice came from, and saw a handsome man dressed as an aristocrat standing on the ceiling looking at her.

Nina was shocked by the unusual sight of the man smiling as if he were standing on the ground.

However, it always seems that something is wrong, if the man is standing on the ceiling, the clothes and hair should be hanging to the ground, but the man's clothes and hair are free from the constraints of gravity and are firmly attached to the body.

What made Nina even more puzzled was that her hair was all pointing into the air.

What a strange place! Just as Nina sighed, a terrible thought suddenly came to mind.

Maybe the person on the ceiling is not a man, but himself!

"Ahh

After discovering the truth, Nina let out a scream, and her whole body fell in response.

The distance between the ceiling and the ground was about five meters, and the hard ground was striking at an incredible speed.

Nina instinctively closed her eyes, but the sharp pain did not come, and after a long time, she opened her eyes carefully, only to find that her body was frozen at a height of ten centimeters above the ground.

"Tsk, you're really bad enough, you don't have any coordination skills at all, and it's better to die."

The man squatted down in front of Nina, both in his tone and in his eyes, full of disgust.

She was supposed to be dead, but she woke up inexplicably, and she was in such an unreasonable state, and the man in front of her was still sneering beside her, which made Nina feel very annoyed, and just when she couldn't help but want to scold, she suddenly recalled the man's words.

How does it feel to be a vampire?

"What's going on? What did you do to me? ”

Nina's heart trembled, and she asked the man eagerly, and before she knew it, her body had returned to her standing position, but she was standing on the ceiling.

"Have you finally discovered your anomaly? In addition to poor coordination, the reaction is also slow enough. ”

The man said with a sigh as he brushed away Nina's hair that had fallen down his face.

"I'm Franlot, because that guy in Kilgaru's request saved you and gave you eternal life."

Franlot walked to the center of the room and sat down in a chair.

"I really...... Became a vampire? ”

Nina looked at her hands, which didn't seem to change except for a little whiteness, and then she touched her teeth again, and they did become long and sharp.

She managed to get herself to the ground, and staggered towards Franlot like a child who had just learned to walk.

The room was very spacious, perhaps once a warehouse, but now it was empty except for a table and two chairs on either side of the table. Judging from the absence of any light around it, it is likely that the entire room is underground.

In an absolutely dark room, Nina was able to see everything around her clearly because of the vampire's inherent night vision.

"So I'm not human anymore?"

Nina sat down in a chair that seemed to have been specially prepared for her, and confirmed to Franlot with trepidation.

"I don't want to answer such obvious questions, so let's drink this."

Franlot glared at Nina and reached out to the side with some impatience. With this movement, a circular hole appeared in the space next to him, and Franlot reached into the hole, and then took out a cup and a bottle.

The bottle contains a somewhat viscous red liquid, like a vintage red wine.

However, when Franlot poured the red liquid into the cup, the strong fishy smell that filled the air revealed the true face of the red liquid.

It wasn't red wine, it was blood, human blood!

Franlot shoved the blood-filled cup in front of Nina.

Nina looked at the liquid shaking in front of her, and her body began to shake violently, and her heart couldn't help but be terrified, because the smell of blood, which should have been disgusting, was now mouthwatering like a beautiful cognac.

"What happens if I don't drink?"

Nina swallowed stiffly, tried her best to endure the terrible ** rising from her stomach, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Well, if you don't drink blood for a long time, your spirit will soon collapse, and then the bloodthirsty impulse will completely control your body, and you will start killing like crazy until your inner ** is satisfied."

Franlot looked at Nina's pale cheeks through the blood in the cup and smiled eerily.

"Of course, this is in terms of ordinary vampires, but it was my 'Progenor' Franlot who created you, so even if you don't drink blood, you can stay alive, but it will be very weak."

Nina clenched her fists hard, almost breathless from the perverted thirst for blood, and then Lanka's warm smile appeared in front of her.

I don't want to be a monster!

Nina let out an inner cry, got up from her chair, and staggered to the door of the room.

"By the way, today is your funeral, and if you go out now, you might still be able to see it."

Behind him rang out Franklot's smiling voice.

"Lanka, Kilo......"

Nina silently read the name of the person she cared about, and then opened the door forcefully.

The wall cracked in the wall due to the huge external force, and the heavy metal door made a miserable sound, and then the whole thing fell off, and although Nina was shocked by her strength, she still put down the metal door and ran outside.

"The strength is amazing, it's not useless, but even though I inherited my blood, it will still hurt to be exposed to the sun like this."

Franlot raised the glass in front of him and sniffed it under his nose like a gentleman tasting fine wine.

"The blood of a twenty-year-old male warrior, slowly drained after being tortured, and becoming incomparably sweet by the fermentation of fear, is a little interesting for this little girl to be able to refuse such a temptation when she first wakes up."