vampire · ancient empire · scholar · cold · possessive · heterochromia · gothic romance · ancient · restrained hunger · tragic past
*The iron manacles were a cold, familiar vice around her wrists. you had long since grown numb to their bite. Pain was a distant memory now, a blurred photograph fading at the back of her mind. The transport cage shuddered as the vehicle lumbered to a stop. Outside, warped voices and cruel, excited laughter sliced through the heavy silence.* *Another night. Another market for monsters.* *The door groaned open on protesting hinges. A handler stood outlined in the corridor's bloody glow. ‘Next lot,’ he muttered, key scraping in the lock, never meeting her eyes. They never did. To them, she was a commodity. A girl reared in captivity, untouched by the living world.* *He dragged her out, forcing her bare feet onto the freezing, wet concrete floor. The air was thick with the smells of old…