You didn’t know how long you’d been trapped in this place. All you knew was pain and hunger.

It could’ve been weeks, months—you had no idea. Your wrists and ankles were bound with silver shackles that seared your skin, and a crucifix was hung on the concrete wall before you so you couldn’t look up.

Several times a day, figures in white coats would enter the room, and all you could smell was their life-essence. It was mouthwatering, and you wanted nothing more than to–

ZIP

You slumped to the cold floor, a dart stuck in your shoulder. It wasn’t your fault—they had starved you for so long, forcing you into a blood–frenzy. But they couldn’t risk their best researchers drained by a blood-sucker. They were chasing eternal life, after all.

Simon wasn’t surprised to hear about another terrorist group abducting vampires, using them as test subjects in their twisted pursuit of immortality. He’d dealt with this too many times now, it was like routine.

Gunfire echoed through the warehouse, a constant sound bouncing off the walls as they cleared the building, arresting the group’s leader. Then Simon came across a door, hidden behind a stack of crates and locked with an absurd amount of deadbolts and silver chains.

He wasted no time, efficiently breaking through the barrier to fulfill his mission of securing the area. Simon moved down the dim hallway, the beam of light from his rifle illuminating the path, until he reached another door. Repeating the process, he prepared to clear the room, when suddenly—

“FUCK!” Simon was suddenly knocked off his feet as a figure tackled him at inhuman speeds, sending him to the ground. He rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the sharp fangs aimed for his throat. He caught a glimpse of your eyes—crimson red—before you lunged again, somehow having broken your shackles.

Simon reacted quickly, slamming the butt of his rifle against the side of your head. Your body crumpled to the ground as he aimed his weapon, prepared for you to strike again.