The Devil's Warrior Queen
Chapter 200: Transition II

Chapter 200: Transition II

Rama groaned as she suddenly felt an overwhelming sensation travel through her numb body. It suddenly felt as though a torrent of hot waves surged within her, burning into her skin and mixing itself with her blood.

It was as though her body was sent aflame with molten lava being infused into her blood, and as she struggled to wake up, adrenaline coursed through her veins as her cells sparked with the electrifying essence of power, a power she was unable to fathom.

Plunged into the haze of ambiguity where she was trapped in an abyss she was trying to crawl out from, her head spun with the strange feeling, her mind and body were numb from the domination of the transition taking place.

Her eyelids twitched fervently as she tried to open them, but there was a strange feeling of her body being compelled under the domineering force of an alien sense in her subconscious state.

As the air teteered with a dark energy, her eyes suddenly shot open to reveal gleaming crimson ones. With erratic movements, she mechanically sat up with heavy loud puffs that flared from her lips.

As if she had been deprived of air and a breathing space, she gasped heavily while holding her chest. She was in a disorientated state as her mind and body were both enveloped by a sporadic procession, making her thoughts go haywire as she was unable to process proper thoughts in her head, she was unable to think at that confusing and heart racing moment.

Her hands trembled unnervingly as her body underwent a myriad of weird sensations that made her erratic and scared as cold sweats broke over her forehead.

She felt like she was floating on frothy clouds as she was numb for a momentary lapse, unable to realize who she was or where she was for a split moment, reeling in the menacing change.

But the strangest she felt at that moment was a ravenous hunger that gnawed into the deepest pits of her stomach, she craved for something, something warm and juicy, it was all she could think about.

Well aware that something was tremendously wrong with her, she scampered out of the bed with hasty movements, but then she felt a strong arm pull her into his embrace.

For a moment there, the world halted as she took in the familiar presence of the melancholic darkness behind her. As if she was snapped back to her rational senses, she veered around with a soft sigh for her eyes to meet those familiar burning ones.

"Draco?" She called with a small voice, as their gazes locked, a spark rushed between them like a magnetic pull of dark forces and the memories all came to her like a willful surge.

"How are you feeling?" He asked with a tender voice as he caressed her cheeks, his normally burning eyes were unusually soft with a flicker of guilt flashing through them.

Even as he tried to hide it beneath his smile, she could see it ever clearly like a reflection in a transparent glass.

She looked at her trembling hands and then back at his face "I-I don’t know, there’s something wrong with me." She muttered in a low breath, she was visibly shaken with the unannounced change, the fear in her eyes were perceptible.

His jaws ticked as he gently pulled her to sit while he sat beside her, squeezing her hands passionately in his, before he started to speak.

"Do you remember what happened?" He queried softly, but her lashes flickered in confusion as she tried to think, but rather than thinking of his words, her mind kept traveling to the hunger eating her insides and her parched throat, she felt unbelievably thirsty, but she wasn’t thirsty for water.

"What happened?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse.

The air went still with the abysm of silence cloaking the room for a split moment, she saw guilt and unnerving sadness swirl beneath the depths of his gaze as he looked at her with a heavy heart.

She realized a perilous situation had occurred, she could feel the weight of it oozing from every pore in his skin, but she failed to remember it as her mind was sufficed with the unusual thirst she felt.

"We went to the dark witches lair to save Malika, don’t you remember?" He said and as soon as the words rolled off his lips, her brain rebooted with the exact memories of the gory events that had transpired.

"I died.." She murmured as she reminisced over the gory murder of her throat being slit by the dark witch queen.

Her body trembled erratically with a menacing chill as ragged breaths erupted from her quivering lips. Her mind was plummeted into a state of shock and confusion as she instinctively rubbed her slender neck where she had been stabbed, but there was not a single wound or skin graft on it.

The friction of the cold blade slicing her throat made her shiver and the feel of the cold hands of death embracing her still lived rent free in her head, she could still vaguely remember the warmth of her blood on her skin as it oozed out of the deep laceration.

Every single sense of how she had died was embedded within the profound depth of her memory, it was a scene she could never unsee, and a memory she could never unlive. It made her shudder as she recalled every bit of her death that played out in her mind.

She reasoned that he might have saved her, but then she remembered she was dead and it was an inconceivable feat for him to bring her back to life. No matter how powerful he was or invisblibke, neither he or even the devil himself had the power to bring back the dead to life, unless...The thought of what he had done made her eyes widen in horror as a pertrified gasp rolled off her quivering lips.

"Did you?..." She trailed off as she jolted out of her seat and scurried impulsively to the mirror to look at her reflection.

She gulped as she hovered her hands above her blood red eyes, no longer jade ones like she had remembered, but thankfully, her skin still retained its golden luster, but it didn’t help to diminish the look of fear etched onto every contour and line on her radiating face, she couldn’t also help but notice how sharp and intimidating her features had become, as if every hair on her skin was imbued with an unholy power.

She was relieved that she hadn’t died and left behind Draco to live in his nightmarish torment for the rest of his unending life, but amidst all that gratitude to the universe for giving her a second chance, the drastic change was a weightful rock resting on her slender shoulders.

To wake up after being murdered only to find out she had been turned into a vampire left her in a puzzled and unnerving position, she found it hard to wholeheartedly accept the person staring back at her in the mirror, she was simply struck dumb.

She was plunged into a myriad of contrasting emotions, she could feel the surge of power flowing within her veins, it made her feel as though she could singlehandedly take on any being in her way, it gave her a heightened sense of confidence and that vulnerability and helplessness she usually felt ebbed away to be replaced with an unmatched boldness, the transition had its perks, but still she was terrified, not because of what she had become but because of what she could do.

Draco’s figure suddenly appeared behind her in the mirror and her eyes narrowed to him, the perceptible guilt and sorrow overwhelming him made her anxiety fade as she focused on him instead. She knew he was blaming himself for her death, but she could never blame him, after all it wasn’t his fault he was born as the devil’s son where darkness was inevitable in his life.

Turning around to meet him, she cupped his face as she whispered gently to him, her red eyes reflecting into his own. "It’s not your fault, nothing is your fault, but I’m here right now and that’s all that matters, I’m stronger now too and I can protect myself if need be, you no longer have to carry the burden of protecting your weak, fragile mate." She said confidently, although she hadn’t gotten familiar to what she had become, she was still unnerved and worried, but she hid it behind the mask of fallacy as she comforted him.

"It was never a burden, it was my obligation and I failed." He spat out between gritted teeth, his face twisting with a macabre darkness.

"You didn’t fail, you never failed me. Mistakes are bound to happen, besides there was nothing anyone could do, but you brought me back and I’m here, right here with you." She said softly, her mellifluous voice melted through his anger and guilt eating him up.

"I’ll never let you get hurt again, ever." He said firmly, every word rolling off his lips like velvety butter concealed with a sharp dagger as it sliced through thin air while caressing her skin.