Chapter 73 Ella's Vial Of Blood
The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of a single candle casting long shadows on the walls. Sebastian sat on a black leather couch, his shirt discarded and his chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. His hand gripped a small vial filled with a crimson liquid, its contents shimmering in the light.
Sandra leaned against the edge of the table, completely naked, her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, her curves illuminated by the candlelight. Her eyes darted to the vial in Sebastian’s hand, curiosity and greed burning in her gaze.
“What’s that? Is that what I think it is?” Sandra asked, her voice soft but laced with intrigue.
Sebastian’s lips curled into a smug grin as he held up the vial, tilting it slightly so the liquid swirled inside. “Yes,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “It’s the healer’s blood.”
Sandra took a step closer, her movements slow and calculated, her fingers twitching as though she wanted to grab the vial.“You’ve had it all this time?” she murmured, her eyes fixated on the vial. “Why haven’t you used it?”
Sebastian chuckled, standing up and pacing toward the window. The pale moonlight highlighted the sharp edges of his face, his confidence palpable. “Because I’ve been wondering what to do with it. It’s not like normal blood.”
Sandra’s gaze flickered to the vial again, an unmistakable hunger in her expression. she moved closer, her bare feet silent against the hardwood floor, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, “It’s different, It's….”
“Power,” Sebastian interrupted, his voice firm, his gaze fixed on the vial
Sandra moistened her lips, the hunger in her eyes growing. “What do you think would happen if it gets into your bloodstream?”
Sebastian turned, his sinister smile making the air in the room feel heavier. “Sometimes I wonder where you get your ideas from,” he said, his tone half-amused, half-curious. His gaze shifted back to the window. “I’ve considered it, but there’s a risk. What if it’s poisonous to vampires?”
Sandra stepped closer, her bare skin brushing against his arm. “She’s a healer,” she said convincingly. “Her blood is meant to heal, not harm. Besides, you’ll never know unless you try.”
Sebastian stared at the vial for a long moment, the temptation pulling at him. “You make a persuasive argument,” he said, holding the vial up to the light. With a sharp motion, he uncorked it and grabbed a syringe from the table nearby.
Sandra watched, holding her breath as Sebastian filled the syringe with Ella's blood. She would love to see the results. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice tinged with both excitement and unease.
Sebastian didn’t respond. He pressed the syringe against his thigh and injected the blood into his vein.
The reaction was immediate. He let out a guttural groan, clutching his leg as his body convulsed. Veins bulged across his skin, glowing faintly red as the blood coursed through him. His eyes widened, the whites turning crimson. His muscles tensed and twitched uncontrollably, and sweat poured down his brow.
Sandra instinctively stepped back, her heart pounding. “Sebastian?” she called out, her voice trembling.
He grunted, his body shaking violently. The stool beneath him creaked under the pressure. Sandra’s eyes darted around the room, unsure of what to do. She took another step back as a dark, almost tangible aura began to emanate from him.
“Sebastian!” she called out again, panic seeping into her tone.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. The room fell into an eerie silence. Sebastian sat motionless, his head bowed, his hands gripping the sides of the stool.
Sandra swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Sebastian?” she whispered.
He raised his head slowly, and the look in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. The red glow lingered, his gaze sharper, more menacing. His presence felt heavier, darker, as if something inside him had shifted.
“How are you feeling?” Sandra asked cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sebastian smiled, a cold, calculating expression. “Never felt better,” he said, his voice deeper, more resonant.
The dark aura around him began to dissipate, and he exhaled slowly, regaining his composure. He stood, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers as if testing his newfound strength.
Sandra hesitated before stepping closer. “I guess it wasn’t poisonous after all,” she said, her tone lighter but still wary.
Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Do you want me dead?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, far from that,” Sandra replied quickly, her lips curving into a small smile. “I need you very much alive.”
Sebastian’s smile softened as he sat back down, motioning for her to come closer. “Why are you really here, Sandra?” he asked, his hands resting on his thighs.
She approached slowly, her confidence returning as she slid onto his lap. Her bare ass pressed against his groin, and a soft moan escaped her lips as his hands gripped her hips grinding her against himself.
“I need refuge,” she murmured, tilting her head so her hair cascaded down her back.
Sebastian smirked. “Why? Did your husband throw you out?” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Sandra rolled her eyes, both from pleasure and in response to his question, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “No,” she said softly. “But he’s blind to the danger surrounding him. The Council of Alphas is moving against him. It’s only a matter of time before they declare war. And I’m not ready to die for his arrogance.”
Sebastian’s hands moved to her back, tracing slow circles. “The Devil’s City isn’t exactly safe either,” he said, his tone teasing. “Especially for a beautiful werewolf like you.”
“By your side, I’m safe,” Sandra replied confidently as she rocks his manhood.
Sebastian laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re full of surprises,” he said, his hands tightening around her waist.
Sandra leaned closer, her lips brushing against his neck. “Your brother has a werewolf by his side,” she whispered. “I can help you get what you want.”
Sebastian stilled, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. Then, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Let’s see how useful you can be,” he said, his voice dripping with promise.
Before Sandra could respond, his lips crashed against hers, the kiss fierce and consuming.
A single vial was only a taste, he thought. I need more. This... this is only the tip of the iceberg.