251 Erica's Trump Card

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't seem to move. Sael wanted to lash out at the Strigoi in front of him.  Or at the very least run away.  But the moment he looked into her eyes his body stopped responding.  "My body's on fire. Your blood is unlike anything I have ever tasted.  Being free of Jude isn't enough. Eventually, I will be called back to him.  Unless I can get stronger. You who ascended. Your blood will empower me and then you will become my newest death knight." Her eyes light up, literally.  A flash of light in them accentuated her excitement. "Or maybe there will be enough death here to make a proper undead of you.  Would you like to be mine forever? My loyal lapdog and lover?" She smiled a beautiful yet malicious smile.  "Let us hope there are enough in this castle to sacrifice for that. Maybe we can even wait until the others return."