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ADRIA’S POV.

I couldn’t help myself. I was helplessly attacked by the dead bodies. They came around me, and I screamed. Their hands all touched me, roaming my body, and I was pushed to the ground, while they made noises that seemed like a mourning cry.

It felt so painful, like they were trying to rip out a part of me. I was choking in my own blood, and my eyes stung from blood filling it up. My ears were also filled with blood, and the blood pouring out of my nose ran back into it, as I was jolted upwards every three seconds.

It was an experience I hated. The feeling of dying all alone among horrible creatures. The fear alone… the fear from them touching me, putting their faces close to mine, was so horrible that it felt to me that I was drowning in my fear.

Crying out was even impossible. Each time I cried out, I gurgled my own blood, and for the first time since I was turned into a vampire, blood had never tasted so bitter, and disgusting.

Was I going to die just like that? I re