Shining
Garreth
Blood filled my eyes, rendering me blind, but I could still here the vampires creeping around, and the clank of my reinforced shackles. I could feel the heat of the fire on the wounds that were never allowed to fully heal. I could feel the burn in my shoulders from supporting the weight my mangled legs couldn't support. Beneath the sulfur and earth and old blood I could smell traces of fresh air, tantalizingly close, but unreachable. For now.
But I couldn't see a thing. Had they plucked out my eyeballs again? Wouldn't I remember that? Maybe I was finally going mad. Most did, when their mates betrayed them.
A flash of silver caught my eye, not blind then, a split second before one of my tormenters decapitated neatly with a row of three arrows, shot expertly.
The rest of the vampires were killed quickly after the first one. And then she was gone.
But it was she. She had found me, she had saved me. And some part of her, however small it was, wanted me to keep chasing her.