24: Zayne

Vladimir’s hands were resting on the table; his chin was lying on it as he allowed Zayne’s voice to fill his ears. 

“The ritual of transfusion is an ancient rite that must be taken with precautions. If mistakenly done, the vampire’s soul would be extracted from its body.”

“What did you do in this ritual?” 

“Simple. You just have to sacrifice yourself while the moon is full.”

He straightened. “You mean, that’s it?”

“Not quite.” She smiled a little. “You need to be capable of enduring pain. It can be over an hour, a day, or even a year. It depends to how you’ll win it over.”

“How about you? How long have you endured it?”

“Ten miserable years.”

His brows furrowed. “You mean to say, you felt nothing but pain for a decade?”

“That is correct.” She looked at her husband, who was serving Vladimir a cup of blood. “George took care of me while I writhe in pain, though. He was my strength. If it wasn’t for him, I would’ve died the