Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

The unattractive vampire behind the door came into view at once. He obviously knew Sophie, and he gave her hair a strange look, warning her.

"Don't give me any trouble, Sophie." The vampires were clearly used to being coerced, and they pressed on. "That damned half-breed Klaus wants to get Jane into trouble. This has to be solved. Come on, tell us, Marcel wants to know why?"

"I'd like you to ask her, but I don't think you can." Sophie mocked them coldly.

"Because Marcel killed her."

Elijah had a feeling that Sophie and Marcel might still have something he didn't know, but he didn't care. He just wanted to know all about it, about his brother Klaus.

Sophie turned to leave, but another black vampire flashed by, and the one behind grabbed her by the neck, hard.

Her breathing became labored, and Sophie would never have imagined that Marcel would want to kill her.

However, in less than a second, Sophie was free. She looked back and forth in shock and fear, only to see that a vampire was also looking around vigilantly.

There was a smell of blood in the air.

The smell was fresh and soft, as if someone was eating elegantly.

Suddenly, a living creature fell from the sky.

Sophie and the rest of the vampires instinctively went to watch, and... A bloody heart, even a cut, was still fresh and intact.

A small stream of blood flowed out and then fell to the ground and turned into a mess.

The black vampire looked up. He was angry, his companion was killed, but he couldn't see it. He lowered his head and tried to turn around to look at Sophie, but before he could see the woman's hair, he was hit hard on the wall by a force.

The next moment, with a 'shua' sound, a silver dagger stabbed into his heart.

The jitter of the dagger was his last impression of the world.

No pain, he thought, before he died.

He was killed as fast as lightning.

One hit kill, Sophie thought of the words the unidentified wolfwoman had once said to her.

Sophie heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did she see the handsome, elegant man in a suit. There was not a single drop of blood on his hand.

Elijah took the white silk handkerchief from his collar, wiped his palms and the corners of his mouth, and bowed slightly as he greeted her.

It was as though he was just a friend who had come to pay a visit.

This man was noble, amiable, and polite.

"Elijah."

Sophie couldn't answer right away. She blinked.

Elijah's eyes were fixed on him, cold and murderous.

"Have you heard of me?"

It took her a few seconds to react. "Yes."

"Tell me, why is your family looking for my brother?" Elijah hated things that were unclear.

Sophie brought Elijah to a deserted manor. They wanted to go in one after the other.

She stepped forward, and Elijah paused, his face frozen, his eyebrows raised in question. He couldn't get in.

Her cold gaze fell on the witch, and Sophie turned around, as if she had found her original calmness and cruelty.

"This is a sacred secret place, which means that vampires need an invitation to enter. But since I'm desperate, you can come in."

Elijah had to be invited to enter without a hitch.

Sophie became more confident as she walked, as if she had gained a lot of confidence in her territory. "We can speak freely here, for example …" Talk about your brother, Klaus. "