Villain Transmigration: Author Transformation

After shuffling through different hallways and floors, Nathalie now stood in front of the door of where Keith stayed for the whole time. She turned around, watching them with deep concern on their faces.

Most especially to Jonathan, the ever concerning person he remained, and she needed him to reassurance—looking how the subtle dark bags under his eyes now became a flaw to his face, he needed a good night's rest.

[I'll be alright. Oh, before I go on, palms first.] Even without explaining things further, Jonathan got it right away: palms opened and to his waist level. She then continued, [You've done well; I shall offer my sincere gratitude.]

From the pouch, she then dropped another box of which they knew what was inside with the sudden glass chimes in it.

"N—No, this is too much—!"

[I have more of these.] Nathalie gave him a wink before she let out a hearty giggle, and she stole a glance at the twins behind Jonathan, went all giddy with their wolf ears moving like a metronome. [Perhaps, we could talk about that for some time.]

"Well," Jonathan trailed off his voice, glancing at the box that was in his hands. "I appreciate this." Then, he gave it to Dusk.

[I shall get going.]

When they nodded in unison, she entered the door slowly—not even a screeching sound was heard as she was careful.

Going in, she shut the door and looked around. The room was rather clean and tidy, a deep contrast with what she saw the last time they had a 'visitation' for that matter.

But then she couldn't dilly-dally when she heard more frequent grunts than inaudible mutters, making her curious, and prowled towards the bed area. In different layers of warm quilt rustling, Closer and closer found Keith, who was squirming with groans, shifted his head from side to side. His skin went paler than ever, and he was sweating profusely, drenching all over and to the sheets with quite the moisture.

The sheets near him were ripped and torn, to the point, the foam layers seen with nails dug deep.

'A nightmare?'

Fangs were seen then shrunk, again and again, and he has yet to open his eyes.

Soon, she sat at the edge of the bed; she got skeptical of what he got himself into, but then his words became loud and clear.

"No! Stop! Please—I don't want—" Every time, he took an abrupt pause, right away, filled with grunts and moans, which got her so confused about what was happening to him. With all the things he pleaded for, almost something he didn't want getting more intense, and she knew this must put to a stop.

She reached to his head, and from his nails, protruded to deadly claws, swiftly swinging to the air, and through a quick dodge to the side saved her neck from slitting, ended up with a few strands of her hair cut.

'Is this what they warned me about?' Her nails bit alongside her gritted teeth as she pondered further, 'I don't have much mana; should I—'

Keith swung his arms, almost pushing someone away. 

She wasn't having all of the bad dreams he had today.

Withal, Nathalie's palm let out a frost of ice, pinning him to the bed, and so did his limbs, lest he flipped back and kicked her in the ass for the same reason. Even if he screamed in agony, she kept on muttering numerous apologies before laying her fingertips on his forehead.

A sudden thud came in her mind before her consciousness drifted to what seemed a pitch-darkness beyond the blurry colors, swirling until she reached the dark vortex.

Darkness enveloped for a long while, she turned around, ears on to catch a sound, but there was nothing.

To the point that her senses went numb.

Though in the distance, a patch of light beamed her way, and out of instinct, she got to her feet, running just as much as she could. 

It was her airy breath with every step she took; the jarring pain that struck the soles of her feet was not a problem with the palpitations and the shot of adrenaline that coursed through her body.

Breaking the silence, for her sharp huffs echoed in the neverending void.

The fatigue and heaviness in her body took a toll, but that didn't stop her as her eyes gleamed from the brilliance, giving her more of the push she needed at the moment.

Such brilliance got brighter and brighter, enveloping her sight; only then did she shut her eyes, running for her life.

Until everything went white.

Her mind drifted again, and now she found her body in an ethereal form. After looking around how sore and numbing her limbs vanished, she roamed her gaze of what seemed a pretty dim, gloomy place, and a place raking her ears from the silence she thought she'd never meet the second time around.

The high ceilings had small rays of light, coming from the small patches and holes of the wood linings cracked with age, cast a glow on the piling crates and sacks inside the large warehouse.

Stepping backward, she gasped when her back touched the cold, rough walls, and the muting sound shifted when the brine waters and the fishes of the sea wafted through her nose. 

Later on, the orchestras of people chattering and chirps of seagulls made a piece of spontaneous music through her ears of what she thought was beyond the walls she was facing.

'I'm close to the sea? So, where is this place?'

Nathalie took her time, venturing to the unknown place she got into—a fragment of Keith's memories she had to witness and possibly the nightmare that bugged him throughout the day.

She ended up nibbling her bottom lip from different instances she thought of then, 'Why this place, of all? Is something I have to…'

Yet, of all the situations that crossed her mind—the least—popped out, dripping dread up to her spine.

With the voice of women moaning simultaneously.

Exactly what it was...

Not one…

Definitely, not three…

But five...