I do not own any of the forgotten realms characters.

This is my attempt for this story. it takes place just 2 days after Marton Malice sent Zin-carla after Drizzt

Sitting in a dark room hugging my knees to myself. Heavy metal cuffs grip my wrists tightly. Long sliver chains keep me to the wall. I hear nothing. Just emptiness fills the room with the darkness. I move slightly hearing the jingling of the chains. Are those foot steps I hear? Is my master coming to feed me? Or is he coming to have his fill of pleasure again? I hug myself tightly. Glowing red eyes in the darkness. I was starving and needed to fed. Being a simple sex slave was not all fun, pleasurable sure, but it was just empty. I keep getting bruise from his harsh movements and from the biting and nipping. He holds my arms and thighs. Oh the pain from his fingers holding me tight. I never complain for every time I have spoken, he would send the high priestess to whip me. I have gotten cuts and scars from those stupid whips. Like snakes biting into my skin it feels, and the numbness after. I have gotten able to shut out the pain and go for hours, but once they leave me in my cell I pass out from the rush of pain that I was given.

I should never had come down here into the under dark, these dark skinned elves found me near their home. How did I ever come here in the first place? I had been making a portal to get to the nightmare planes to see a friend, but had mispronounced a word and had fallen into here. This place was filled with drow elves. Their hair thick and white and eyes red, but not like my own. My eyes were blood red, and shimmered, filled with death and coldness. Mostly of being alone. My kind would be worried sick that I have not returned to my home, I'm worried, would they get angry to know that their queen was being used as a minor sex slave? I shivered at the thought, I hope they never knew. It was always pitch as black so my shadows could not help. I have never felt so alone. Was it 3 weeks I was here?. Maybe more. I did not know how these drow elves counted time.

A door opened far across the room but no light spilt in, just more darkness. Though it was pitch as black down here where I stay, I could see if millions of candles glowed softly. I saw my master, a single male. Rage filled up inside of me as I look to him, oh how I wanted to rip his heart out. I had seen that the females ruled this under kingdom. But why was I treated like this? They said their queen Loth told them that I was a present to the strongest male. My master pushed in another male younger then he, into my cell.

I didn't move, my master said nothing but turned and slammed the door. I stared at the male for a long while. I was so hungry, moving closer I grabbed the drow, and sunk my fangs into his neck, covering his mouth to keep him from screaming. Draining him slowly my hungry slowly left, the warm liquid flowing down my throat, the metal taste thrilled me. Oh how I loved the taste of blood. The blood to me was like candy, sweeter then anything. but this was nothing, this one drow would most likely keep me alive for a week. After I finished sucking up the last bit of blood I sat back in my place. I knew that this drow would have been for execution the next day. I quickly silt the drow''s wrists making it look that he killed himself, but there was no blood. That could be a bit of a problem. I then sat on the other side of the room and stared at the dead drow. Such a sight, I wonder what had happened to the drow to get him to be thrown in here with me. I shook my head and felt a bit of my power return to me.

Stupid darkness, I may rule it but there was so little I could do. How could I escape? Closing my eyes I changed to a shadow, the chains fell to the floor, I toke this as my chance to get out quick! I ran out of the room since I was a shadow, I would be grey to the drow, but I didn't care. I ran as fast as I could I saw a soldier and pushed him into a closet and toke his life, the blood was sweet. I then went on. Getting out of the house I looked about standing on the stone railing crouched. I listened my sharp hearing catching every sound. I then started to hear ''the slave is escaping!''

A smirk crossed my lips as I looked down the hall way. I could see the drow elves running down the hall toward the balcony. My sharp nails grew about 2 inches long. I was going to enjoy killing those who hurt me. ""An eye for an eye, on my own terms" I muttered to myself. I flexed my fingers. Each knuckle cracked, I was ready to kill these drow that had used me. I jump and spun out, arms out stretched and slashed a couple of drow out of my way. I then flipped over the balcony and landed on the ground with a soft ''thud''. How was I going to find me way out of here? Running and slashing throats of drow warriors I looked for a tunnel leading out, though I knew I couldn't last long. And the blood spilling from the drow''s was oh so tempting. I turn and headed for the tunnel not wanting to stay and feast.

I ran down a tunnel that I found at the edge of the mansion. It was dark but I could see thankfully. I heard nothing. But voices behind me yelling and screaming as they found the drow I have slaughtered. "They should never had gotten in my way" I said aloud and looked to my blooded arms, up the to elbows in drow blood, a good snack for later. I looked ahead and stopped suddenly. A fork in the tunnels. "Shoot..." I muttered and looked at one or the other "which one?" I sniffed the air and sneezed. My sense of smell wasn't going to help me here any time soon. So I did the next best thing I just went with the tunnel that popped into my mind. I ran after picking the left one, luckily I didn't grow tired easily. I didn't not know what the time frame was down here, I need to find the surface. I don''t know how long I was walking through the dark passages. ''Too many I thought, just too damn many tunnels, how the hell am I going to get out of here?'' I had relied on my sense of hearing to guild me through the tunnels. My eye sight and smell was worthless. By now I would most likely be blinded by the sun when or if I find the damn surface. "Stupid spell" I muttered aloud.

Cursing a spell would not get me out of here. I would have to remember what spell I used to get here, but at the moment the only think I could remember was the beating and the numbness. I reached a cavern and saw a pool of water. I walked over to get a drink of water. When my eyes fell upon my image I let out a loud scream that must have echoed for miles in the tunnels. I stared in disbelief. "What happened to me?" I asked shaking. I reached up and touched my cheek and flinched watching my reflection. I looked like a drow female elf, but how? Long white hair, and ebony skin. My eyes were the same, cold dead like red. My nails were still long and sharp. And luckily my fangs were still there. I had turned into a drow elf over... how long had it been... too long for my guess. I sighed shook my head and cupped water in my hands and drank. How much longer would I have to stay down here? I wondered.

Just putting this up to see if anyone would like to read it, I'm not sure if I should do more, should I write more or should I just delete it? don't worry I can take the truth, I'm not easy to insult. Be truthful