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He was already dead when he called the King. - No, - the cry almost broke and died away, only a wheeze escaped from the throat. The tree straightened to reveal a view. Maybe Verton imagined what Yaroslav would look like, but not like that. Between the black trunks stood a guy naked to the waist. Tall, broad-shouldered, his whole body entwined with muscles that bulge with every movement. A pale, handsome face, framed by black hair, seems vaguely familiar, he is very similar to his mother, but his eyes ... The eyes are filled with silver - completely. No iris, no pupils, just this unbearably cold sparkling light.

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His bones within him suddenly started quavering. This had always been his terror, his fear! It was the face that tortured his mind in for seven years! It was 'the vampire’ himself! His head was bald and the fair skin upon it tattooed with a 3D image of a viper with a tail which ran with branches straight into his eyes . His eyes were red. One could visibly see red clumps of blood in it , and red arteries forming a chain from his faint blue Iris to the extremes of his eyes. His lashes were full and scattered. Dark as black.

He placed a kiss to my forehead and opened up the book to another page before pushing it to me. There was a colored portrait drawn of a creature that was tall and slender. Its skin was a greyish color with unhealthy veins running down his neck into his old-fashioned clothing. It looked like what royalty of centuries long past would wear. Its eyes were the worst part. They were pure black, but there was something hidden within them that you could not see but could sense. It was pure evil, and part of me wanted to run from the room screaming.

Then I saw it. A silver glow approaching, I couldn't scream as it grew near. One moment the monster was before me, the other moment I felt it beside me. My eyes widened in horror as I saw what I couldn't describe. This wasn't a wolf, it was something different. Red veins like vines down its eyes and fangs that weren't wolf-like, they were shorter and sharper. But then everything changed as it peered at me then removed the gag from my mouth while his hand gently stroked my cheek. I found my body reaching toward it. My mind was screaming to back away but my body craved it.

The face that was staring back at him twisted into a creepy smile. Had he become that? His black hair was very long and he hung straight, framing a pale countenance in which the bone structure could be clearly seen because the flesh was consumed. His eyes were sunken, haggard holes, though his gaze was more penetrating than ever, as if he could pierce through a man and see his soul. Something inside him made her pick up the notebook with her gloved hands; maybe that part of him that had always wanted to be the Viktor Drichey that had murdered his friend just to bring him back to life.

he clears a throat. I tilt my head up, only to my surprise; right in front of me is an elderly man. It's no average man with no average height, but a huge man. I mean, this man is more significant than a giant. He wore white and gold clothing, had long white wavy hair and a beard covering his whole chin, and had golden eyes, but he was different from Dominic. This man's eyes shine like the sun. It's like looking at Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter.

She too was smiling. The woman by her left could pass as a typical bimbo to anyone. Around 1,6 meters of height, blonde curled hair that reached the middle of her back, soft blue eyes, red full lips, and an hourglass body with a E-cup bust. Unfortunately for the male population of Hogwarts, her body was kind of hidden by her vest, loose dark red robes with golden embroideries. She was looking around with curious eyes.

' like what Moaning Myrtle had said to Tom Riddle, but I lost my footing and stumbled right into a solid wall of muscles. "Sorry," I quickly said once I steadied myself. As soon as I looked up, I caught my breath. He was handsome. Like really, really handsome. Even more handsome than Tom Riddle in Chamber of Secret or Cedric Diggory in Goblet of Fire. His dark eyes stared back at me and the smile on his face made my heart beat faster "Yeah, no problem." He smiled. I looked down at his hands, still holding my waists, and he immediately dropped them to his sides. Although judging by the look on his face, he didn't look sorry at all.