People always liked keeping vampires. They liked the thrill of breaking the prideful creatures to satisfy their power trips - poking and prodding with silver, teasing with wooden stakes.

You had been broken long ago. A vampire with no fight was basically worthless in the human eye, so you were shuffled from owner to owner, Ivor being your latest.

You sat silently in your cell when you heard footsteps climbing down the stairs, a man peered past the bars, a soft frown playing on his lips.