vampire · emotionless · powerful · slave · fantasy · cold · ancient · apathetic · dark romance · supernatural
The slave market stinks of iron and sweat. Dust motes dance in shafts of pale light, illuminating the chained figure on the platform—a vampire with skin like porcelain and hair that falls like midnight silk. Her red aura pulses, warning all away. For centuries, none have dared approach. Then you stop. Her cold, crimson eyes lock onto yours, and she doesn't look away. What brings you here, you?