'𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸.'
A powerful coven of vampires had ruled over vampires for aeons with their iron fists.
With three Kings ruling, surely there would need to be at least one Queen?
The Kings each had a wife, of cours...
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𓆩☀𓆪
RUNNING HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR, Jack sat on the cold stone floor, trapped inside of the rotting walls surrounding him. His heart pounding against his chest, begging to be let out, begging for death. Screams sounded from around him, yet he couldn't help but panic, even though it wasn't him yet, it would soon be his turn.
He still didn't know what had happened to the girl he had grown attached to, the girl who had shown such admirable strength, even in such repulsive conditions, conditions which were most likely worse than this, it was the only thing that kept him going; he had to do it for her.
Sure, he didn't owe the girl anything, yet he felt he did. Many would think she owed him her life, that she did, but he owed her as well, she had saved his life and she didn't even know it. Now he had to save her, he had to get her out of the grasp of these horrid people, people whom thought they had some sort of claim over her. Jack would prove them wrong, he would prove to them that he was strong enough to keep her safe from them, god knows what they were doing to her right now.
Footsteps sounded from the shallow, damp corridor outside of the eroding cell, the footsteps were quick and urgent, edging closer and closer before a young vampire with a mop of brown hair appeared, flanked by two other vampires, one with darker hair, the other with blond hair pulled into a bun, the first began fumbling around with keys and unlocking the door, letting the other two grab onto Jack's biceps, pulling him along the corridor before shoving him into a room with another person, hidden in the shadows.
'And the point of that was?' Jack hissed, rubbing his arms, which now had more bruised forming on them, yet his question fell upon deaf ears as the vampires stormed away, their cloaks billowing behind them
'Don't fight them, it'll just make it worse.' A feminine voice sounded from the dark corner, a woman suddenly shifted forward, her hair a platinum blond, perhaps even lighter - like snow, and her eyes a devastating black, her perfect paper-white skin littered with dirt from the horrid floors.
'Your a bloodsucker too?'
'I'm a vampire, yes.' She smiled kindly 'I won't hurt you, I only drink the blood of animals, my name is Thorea Adon.'
'That's a unique name for sure, where you from?'
'I believe you should be asking when I'm from. I can answer both, I was born in Paris, 1385. I was turned during the Armagnac-Burgundian Civil War, my village was rampaged, my family all perished in the flames.' Her eyes seemed to relive the past events, leaving her to bring her knees to her chest
'I'm sorry I asked, I'm Jack, Jack Daunt, Australia born and raised.'
'Oh, well that's lovely, maybe you can go back there one day, or you'll just stay and die here, vampire or not. I for one would love to go back home to France, yet I do not believe I have that option anymore.'
