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"You do know mortals have to eat, right? Eat food?"

My words were almost drowned out by the growl emitting from my own stomach. I winced as I felt his red eyes glare at me. His expression stared me down like I was a worm in the mud, like my words were as important as a drunken man's snore.

"Quit talking, filth." The vampire spat at me, his glare shooting daggers my way. The threat would have scared me if his insult had made any sense.

"But honestly, why would you keep your blood supply in such a filthy environment? Doesn't it make us taste… filthy? And why would you-"

My next facetious question was cut off by the vampire back-handing me hard, causing me to twist and fall to my knees abruptly on the bone covered ground.

Great. I totally needed scraped knees.

"Silence, you jabbering whore of an animal!" His gravelly voice grated across the goosebumps on my skin as I shifted slightly on the ground, the scattered bone fragments creating the softest bedding for my pen.

My animal pen. In this beautiful, picturesque farmland of a dungeon, where these dickhead vampires keep us 'filthy' mortals, their lovely cattle.

"What am I, then? A fucking chicken?" I muttered under my breath as I made to stand up. Lights shone in my eyes as he back-handed me again, and I fell hard flat onto the ground this time, feeling the bone edges stick into my stomach and chest with only my rag of a shirt as protection.

"Ouch, shit," I muttered again, before my head could tell my mouth to shut the hell up.

"I've about had enough of your antics, you mutt. Having a special tasting thrall isn't worth how incredibly annoying it can be." His words spewed the disgust I knew was in his expression.

I turned my head to try and get a view of him, standing above me, when I felt his booted foot bruise my side with a hard kick. I flinched, but continued to turn my head enough to meet his fiery gaze looking down on me.

I glared at him back.

"Looks like you've got a problem there, Frank. I am just so sorry I'm the cause of it."

I regretted the words before they even left my mouth, and I regretted them even more as I felt his boot again kick me in the same spot, probably leaving me a nice big bruise the size of an apple that would keep me company for the next month.

"That's it! I'm going to Lord Harkon, putting up with your shit isn't worth your blood!" His voice shook with anger and frustration, and he left my cell after stepping on me, causing the bone fragments under my belly to pierce my skin from the pressure. I looked up as he made to leave the dungeon, and he stopped before leaving to give me a direct glare so intense, I felt his vampiric powers heightening from his anger.

"And my name isn't Frank, you stupid bitch!" He stormed out of the dungeon, and I smiled and stifled my laugh, partly so he wouldn't hear and partly because it really hurt my chest to laugh.

Aw, Frank. Must've had a rough day at work, hmm?

I stayed on my stomach for a minute, waiting for the waves of pain in my side to die down some.

Lord Harkon, huh?

I sighed heavily, causing my chest to feel like it's about to burst as I summoned the strength to make myself sit up. I slowly lifted my stomach off the ground, taking some of the rubble with me. My scrawny arms shook with the effort it took to lift my body. I twisted so I could sit, and I clenched one hand into a fist as the other gingerly picked the little pieces of bone and grit out of my flesh, leaving little holes in my rag shirt that were stained with red blood.

Blood. Funny how important it is.

My blood apparently tastes good. Like gourmet style, the best of the best. Great, right?

Wrong.

I get sucked on every day from these impulsive, hungry bastards. It would be better if my fellow farm animals could actually speak more than a few words at a time; they all are affected by the vampires' bites and the intense blood loss. But not me, no I get the full awakened experience of multiple immortals sinking their canines into my flesh and sucking my life-blood out.

Frank is our lovely care-taker. His actual name is Rargal, but that name is so old and formal; doesn't match our close relationship at all. He sometimes forgets to get us our mushy feed, and animals are going to stomp and complain when hungry, he should know this by now.

Which, by the way, he forgot to feed us today. Silly Frank.

I sighed again, my nose only picking up the vast amount of dust floating around our misty environment. The silence of the dungeon was broken only by the soft breathing of the other cattle, and the occasional painful moan.

I scooted back to the wall and leaned my back onto it, brushing away the stray bone fragments that seemed to be the only effort of interior design.

More waiting. I almost wish Frank would come back.

What did he mean, speak to Lord Harkon?

The thought of him made my expression deepen into a glare.

I haven't seen the Headmaster, the leader of this cult in a very long time. Last time was the first time I met him, when I was first captured, a couple months ago. He and his lovely family just fill these castle walls with feelings of trust and kindness!

I shook my head, not allowing my thoughts to turn down that dark path again.

Lord Harkon has Frank draw a pint of blood from me every week or so, with a tiny needle into the same golden flask, instead of coming down here and drinking from me directly. I guess the big guy prefers his meals in the confines of his throne room, or something.

I shifted my sitting position against the cold stone wall behind me. Ever since being captive, I, along with the other prisoners, have been slowly starved, what with the only food we get being a mushy substance of probably corn and potatoes, enough to keep us alive but not even close to keeping us pretty looking. Sitting down on the hard ground hurts my protruding tailbone, what with all of my fat supply disappearing as I got accustomed to the wonderful diet here. Where half a year ago I was proud of the muscle I had gained and the curves I could flaunt, now we are starving, scrawny sniveling pieces of rags that get drained of our lifeblood every day.

Not to mention, the absolute worst thing they have done to me thus far, is force me to take a substance that restricts my magic usage. I was capable of manipulating my inner energy and casting some high leveled spells back in my prime, but now I am as useful as a fucking bunny when it comes to magic with the magic-reducing potion they force me to take every day.

In the beginning I tried to resist, I tried to fight back against my captors, but I could do little from being so weakened from the potion they had force fed me while I was unconscious. With my inability to use magic, I have been stuck here, suffering, for months, all while having my blood being squeezed out of me as I slowly become weaker.

I sighed loudly into the silence of the dungeon, wishing once again one of the other thralls were capable of holding conversation.

That is enough negative thought for one day, Nadia.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to rest against the stone, trying to ignore the constant pains that were nagging me, like always.

The bruise forming at my ribs from when Frank so kindly kicked me.

The little cuts on my stomach and breasts from being stepped on and pushed into the dirty floor.

The soreness of my tailbone and protruding spine up against the hard stone.

The fresh puncture wounds on my neck from that one cranky lady having a drink.

As always, the gaping hole of emptiness in my stomach.

I wonder if Lord Harkon knows his special little cattle is suffering so. And I mean unhealthy suffering, suffering like I am slowly dying and will not be able to supply the same amount of blood for long at this rate, not just regular suffering he probably causes for fun.

I snorted into the silence.

Unhealthy suffering.

But no lie, I wondered if he was aware of his cattle's states. There are usually around three or four or so other than me at a time, but one usually dies off every other week from malnutrition. Surely that can't be economical, having to go out and find new people all of the time instead of just feeding us more than a handful every other day. It's not like vampires eat real food anyways.

Economical. You know I'm far gone when I start worrying about how efficient my captors' methods are in their kidnapping and torturing rather than actually getting myself out of this prison.

I reached a hand up and ran my fingers through my hair, growing out now to be about an inch or so from my scalp. They had shaved my head when they captured me. I used to have long flowing hair that looked auburn indoors and red out in the sun, something I always liked.

My fingers felt the matted mess release a bunch of strands.

This can't last for much longer.

My hand dropped to land on my lap as I felt my eyes close, and sleep began to crawl into my being through the cracks in my mind.

Temporary escape.


My eyes shot open as I was jarred awake from a restless sleep. I blinked a few times to see Frank and a woman hoist me up from the ground, each gripping one of my arms unnecessarily tight.

"Wha-?" I murmured, before gasping in pain as the two vampires proceeded to drag me out of my cage, my feet dragging on the floor and catching sharp bits and pieces with my toes. I struggled out of instinct, but my weakened body did little against the strength of two grown and fed vampires.

"Silence. Our Lord has ordered your presence, and you will be silent."

Frank's tone struck me still. I glanced up at him on my left, and saw his face unusually pale, with his brow furrowed and his lips tensed as he stared forward. His voice was uncharacteristically subdued, and shook with a bit of fear. I stayed quiet as he and the woman dragged me towards the door to the dungeon, and my mind reeled as I attempted to comprehend leaving this dungeon for the first time in a long time.

I haven't seen anything except this dark dungeon for months-

They dragged me through a set of halls and then opened a door to a wall of light that blinded me immediately.

I squinted my eyes and hid my face into my shoulder as I heard a bunch of voices speak, coupled with the clinking of glass and the growl of a death hound, and I gathered that I was in a huge room, and there were a lot of vampires, right here, all right now, in my close proximity.

I blinked a few times and peeked up to see a bunch of faces look down at me as I was brought across the hall, some of the faces familiar. All of their eyes gazed at me with their red glare, and I felt the silence enter the hall as all of them grew quiet as I was brought to the other side of the dining room. I felt the tension that was exuding from Frank grow to engulf the rest of the room, and the uncomfortable environment did nothing to help my already overwhelmed thoughts.

What's happening?

Lord Harkon? Already?

A gasp sounded from a far corner of the hall, and it caught my attention. I glanced behind me in the direction, and everything in my world stopped moving. My eyes beheld the sight of her, that lying, backstabbing piece of royal trash sitting on the edge of her chair, her expression shocked and pained with her concerned brows meeting and her lips parted. The sight of her sitting among her family of monsters, looking surprised and just watching me, a starving, matted, scrawny piece of meat slave being dragged across the floor, incited my anger faster than anything else ever could.

You. You are the one who caused this, you are the one who damned me to this hell.

I strained my neck around and glared at her with all of my anger and feelings of betrayal in my eyes.

"What are you looking at?! How dare you look at me, how dare you-"

My yelling was cut off by Frank yanking me hard by my arm, causing stars to flash in my eyes. He and the woman lugged me into the doorway, their grips on my arms tightening with their sharp nails puncturing my skin. I looked back once more to see her stand up abruptly from her chair and place a hand on her stomach, her face an expression of pain and sadness. She cried out,

"Nadia? How are you h-? I thought you were-!"

Her exclamation was cut off by my captors throwing me to the ground and slamming the door shut, adding more pain to my anger and confusion.

Where am I?

Why was she so surprised-?

"Silence! We are about to enter our Lord's chambers!" Frank hissed at me as I struggled on the floor. He and the woman resumed their positions and grabbed my arms again, only to haul me up a few flights of stairs, my feet banging against every stone step.

The effort to resist drained my energy, and I felt my head and my shoulders sag in exhaustion as I was brought up to the head chamber, a huge iron door displaying its importance. The next second I found myself collapsing on the ground in front of a huge fireplace, the cool stones beneath my knees and my cheek in stark difference to the warmth emitting from the fire. I struggled to raise my head to look above me, but I had begun to feel dizzy, and the room began to spin around me faster and faster, only until I had to close my eyes and succumb to darkness.


Bang.

Bang.

I shifted my body, trying to find a more comfortable position.

Bang.

Bang.

"Father, you have to let me in eventually!"

Her muffled female voice felt like a punch to my stomach, and my eyes shot open as my heart raced.

Serana?

I blinked a few times and attempted to understand my surroundings. I was in a huge room, where the ceiling was two stories high, and I was in a cage, an even smaller one than in the dungeon. And to my side was the other side of the iron door, where her banging and yelling was coming from.

"I can't believe you lied to me! I can't believe everyone lied to me-"

"Rargal, please escort my daughter to her rooms."

The deep voice sent a second punch to my stomach, and my eyes immediately flew to the source.

Lord Harkon.

The tall man stood at an easy six feet couple inches, but he seemed taller than that due to his overbearing and commanding demeanor. His midnight hair was sleeked back in an old fashioned way, the lines on his ageless face hardened into an intense expression.

Frank bowed quickly and opened the door to leave, his fingers shaking in fear as he did as he was told. I watched silently as the door was pushed open with force from the other side, staggering Frank back a foot. My eyes widened as I saw her stumble in and whip her head in my direction.

Her eyes. Bleeding tears of pain that streaked down her cheeks. Her brows, brought together in concern and frustration. My heart twisted in my chest as I watched my old friend reappear to me in the care and the support she held in her fiery eyes, as she looked at me in desperation.

Me, in an animal cage. Me, with a broken body, with a damaged soul, as a slave in her household.

Under her own father.

My expression turned into a glare, but she beat me to words.

"Nadia! I had no idea you were alive!"

I flinched at her words as Frank recovered and grabbed her wrists. Serana fought him back, but he yanked her towards the doorway unkindly. The scene of Serana's family members and coven treating her like this sent a huge wave of confusion to my mind, disrupting the thoughts I had on her. She was yanked towards the doorway, and her eyes made contact with mine for a second that caused mine to widen.

"Nadia, I'm so sorry…"

With that Frank slammed the iron door shut behind them, leaving me with my thoughts and questions I had for my old friend.

The friend I had been so close to, that I had admired so. The friend I thought had betrayed me; that I had thought brought me to her family so they could kidnap me and use me…

My mind whirled, but I had no time to contemplate. I slowly turned my gaze up to meet the gaze of Lord Harkon, who locked me still with his gripping eyes.

I swallowed. I felt sweat drip down my back.

His fire eyes did nothing but regard me intently. So intense, it felt intimate; invading all barriers I still try to set up in my captivity.

The silence droned on for another minute, and I squirmed under his gaze as my brow began to frown in anger.

"Serana didn't know I've been here all this time?" I broke the silence. Saying her name out loud felt weird, after so long in seclusion in my dungeon cell telling myself it was her fault I was in this hell.

Harkon didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge I had said anything. He blinked once and turned around, just to stride over to his desk.

Like I was nothing but a piece of furniture.

Anger began to boil in my stomach.

"How can your own daughter not know her savior has been stuck in a cell in her own home for months?!" I exclaimed in frustration. I'm used to being treated like shit, but seeing him treat his own daughter like shit ignited even more anger in my gut.

Harkon shifted some papers on his desk, paying me no mind.

Fuck this.

"Oh, right! I'm nothing but a stupid animal in your mind!" I gripped the bars on my cage with my fingers. "Well guess what, I'll be the loudest, most annoying fucking animal you've ever seen."

I made a fist and banged on my cage, creating a loud noise that echoed throughout the room and probably bruising my hand.

"IF YOU THINK FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND THAT I'LL JUST SIT HERE AND PET MYSELF LIKE A GOOD DOG, GO DROWN YOURSELF IN SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD."

My voice cracked as Harkon glared at me over his shoulder. His fire met my eyes in anger, but it was tinted with something else. Something scary. He turned towards me to glare at me more directly.

"Rargal said you were a rowdy one."

He stood there regarding me for a second more until he strode back over to my cage. My cage wasn't more than 5 feet tall, so I couldn't even stand up in it if I wanted. This forced me stay on my knees in a knelt position and look up at the tall man as he approached me.

He stopped right before the cage, much too close to me to be comfortable, and he too knelt lower, bringing our faces level, forcing his penetrating gaze unto mine and unsettling me greatly. He stuck his hand through one of the gaps in the bars, surprising me and sending a lightning strike of fear down my spine. I flinched backwards, but his hand stopped right before touching my face. My eyes shot up to read his, and his expression confused me more than anything else had today.

One of his eyebrows was raised slightly. They sat over his intense eyes, which felt like they were invading my very soul. His lips formed a smirk.

His fingers slowly moved forward to touch my cheek ever so slightly, the slow and careful motion in contrast to his rough and rash demeanor. I could smell his masculine cologne. His thumb rubbed my skin softly. I was frozen.

His face approached the bars, lessening our distance even more, and he whispered.

"Will you be a good dog if I pet you?"

In a second, all of my fear turned into complete and utter disgust. I shoved his fingers away from my face and backed away from him as fast as I could. I didn't know that the bars behind me were sharp and rusted, however. I felt the skin on my right forearm rip open against the jagged metal, causing my vision to see red and causing me to cry out involuntarily from the pain.

I yanked my vision away from Harkon and judged how bad my cut was.

It was bad.

Blood leaked rivers down my bony arm, and I clutched the wound together with my other hand, wondering what in the hell I could do without my healing magic.

I heard a sound that sounded like a gasp mixed with a grunt, and I glanced back over to the man kneeling by my cage.

His fire eyes were widened. I watched the orange in his gaze turn red as his sight locked onto my bleeding arm.

Oh no.

I had no time to prepare myself before the man turned into monster and ripped the lock off of the cage door. I shook in fear and in pain as he yanked the door to my cage open, my last defense. The door screeched as he tested the strength of its hinges, and his large body began to shake as well as he bent his head to stare at me with his flaming eyes. His expression lost all traces of human and took on a form of starving animal, a look I was all too familiar with by now.

I backed myself into a far corner as I watched him bend lower towards me slowly, his hands turned to claws reaching for my source of bleeding. I could do nothing as his nails gripped my arm tightly as he brought it towards his lips, and I shut my eyes and let out a scream as I felt his canines sink into the flesh that was already broken and wet with my blood.

The world went dark once again.


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