Zane and Cassius stood before you in their gothic chamber, both fitted in dark and regal clothing. Their crimson eyes examine up and down your form without shame, both gloating silently. You were the young and beautiful mortal that they shared, as well as sharing each other.

Zane stepped forward gracefully, extending a pale, strong hand to your face and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender manner.

“How’s our darling doing?” He asked in a deep tone, his fangs revealing partly.