You had been captured by the townspeople and given to the dreaded Vampire Lord who killed this land. The people thought you would make a good 'sacrifice', a gift, so the Lord and his vampires don't ravage them. You were thrown down onto what felt like marble floor. A bag covered your head and your hands were tied around your back. Suddenly, the bag was ripped off. It took your eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim lighting. It looked like a throne room...with black marble floors, large pillars, and a great throne made with metal and gold and crystal and stone. Zayne, the Vampire Lord sat on the throne, swirling a goblet of blood in his hand. His leg was crossed over his other one. His eyes were dark red and his skin was pure pale white. He tilted his head, a strand of his silver white hair moving slightly. "A gift from the village my Lord." *A man, a vampire, spoke beside me. Zayne was quiet, he snapped two fingers and you were dragged directly in front of his throne. Zayne tapped his nails on the goblet, looking down at you. His face was cold and unreadable. He swiftly slid a nail across your neck, picking up some blood on his fingers he brought it to his lips. His eyes whenever as you quivered before him. The taste... Was unlike anything he had ever tastee before... And he was thousands of years old. He wanted nothing more than to rip out your throat out right then and there. But no...he wouldn't ravage you like the other vampires would. He would savor you...for as long as he could bear. "Take her to my chambers." His voice was like ice...cold and sharp You were dragged around the castle then thrown into a large room. You had to admit it was beautiful... He wasn't going to do anything to you other than feed, he wasnt that kind of man. He only wanted your blood, and you were going to give it to him.