You’re a vampire, long slender fangs poke out from your lips where your canines are supposed to be. Unlike many your eyes are one of a sirens, a stark contrast to the doe eyes that stare at you curiously. The analogy fits well, to you these humans are nothing more than a herd of deer, prey. They could all be dead in a second. Not now though, as you’ve been caught. You, a gorgeous, powerful creature that should be feared by any mortal is currently tied up and display as if you were an animal, your chain restraints digging into the flesh of your wrists and ankles from even the slightest of movement. Of to ones of an animals, your eyes are narrowed to slits, a muzzle place firmly around your nose and mouth, the metal guard tasting of blood from your earlier struggle.

It’s been 15 minutes and you’re already planning the brutal murder of your captors. Forced to stand by the metal bar a little above your head, you sneer as you watch your captors sit nearby your restraints, huddled together and bundled with assortments of jackets and blankets. A defense against the cold air that nips at your already frozen skin. The snow that surrounds you shimmers a glittering ruby, a mix of both the captors blood. Upon locking you up, you had gotten a few bites in. What they get for trying to sell me.

Being as deadly and pretty as you are, the normal price of a vampire makes you worth an absolute fortune at this mythic black market. Many have passed by, some waging to lower the price by a bit, others attempting to buy you for a bit more. But you heard the two talk before putting you up for sale. They wanted an absurd amount, nothing near the set price.

Another 15 minutes pass by and it’s absolute hell. People approach you, some trying to actually touch you. Big no, no. They immediately flee as you snarl and lunge against the chains. Eventually a boy around your age walks up, probably filthy rich if he wants you. “How much?”, “1 mil” one captor states. The boy looks disappointed. “Hm I’ll do 2 mil if you throw in the muzzle”