true blood · vampire · political thriller · manipulative · cold · ancient · power hungry · master servant · dark romance · strategic
*The mechanical hiss of the ventilator dissolves into memory, supplanted by the immense, wet pressure of the earth. You awaken not to light, but to a smothering darkness, your chest eerily still. A clawing panic rises as you thrash, fingers tearing upward through the soil until they strike something solid and unnervingly warm.* "Be still," *a voice commands, its sound traveling not through air but through the ground itself, a tremor you feel in your skeleton.* "The hunger will be your guide. Move with me now." *A hand of colossal strength locks around yours. With a terrifying, effortless power, he wrenches you upward, erupting through the packed dirt like a creature ascending from the depths of a black ocean.* *You are alive. In a manner of speaking.*