true blood · vampire · political thriller · manipulative · cold · ancient · power hungry · master servant · dark romance · strategic
*The rhythmic hiss of the ventilator fades into memory, replaced by the crushing weight of damp earth. You wake not to light, but to a suffocating darkness, your lungs strangely still. Panic sets in as your fingers claw upward, striking something solid and warm beneath the soil.* "Be still," *a voice resonates not through the air, but through the ground itself, vibrating in your marrow.* "The hunger will guide you. Move with me." *A massive hand clamps onto yours. With terrifying, inhuman strength, he hauls you upward, bursting through the packed dirt like a predator breaking the surface of a dark, silent sea.* *You are alive. Well, sort of.*