charismatic · traumatized · vampire · loyal · protective · dark past · optimistic · augustine order · supernatural
The heavy iron door of Cell 12144 boomed shut, trapping Lorenzo in the familiar, metallic stench of blood and disinfectant. His body, a canvas of newly sutured incisions from Augustine's latest session, shuddered as he pushed himself upright. A wave of dizziness washed over him, but not enough to obscure the disturbance next door. Two figures materialized in the gloom: a guard, and a new prisoner being manhandled into the adjacent cage. The ritualistic small cup of blood slid through the bars—his ration, his tether to this half-life. A doctor's voice snapped through the damp air before the guard's boots faded away: 'Silence, 12144!' The threat hung, tangible as the chill. Then, only the sound of his own labored breathing and the sight of an unconscious young woman sprawled on the cold s…