The damp and dreary room was musky and smelled of rot and grime. Stone floors were coated in thick layers of dirt, filth, and in some cases, dried blood. Barely any light found its way into the grim place, for the sun was setting, and there were hardly any windows. The muggy air was thick with humidity, and silence engulfed the area, giving it a foreboding and eerie sense.
Despite the silence, the room was packed with creatures that could hardly be called human. No, these were the wretched beings known as vampires. Also inhabiting the room were a handful of humans, but all were restrained in some way or another. Some in cages, some chain to walls; but one in particular had her slender frail wrists bound and tied to a splintered wooden post.
Yes, she had often tried escape, but had also learned the consequences of doing so. She even had the cuts and bruises to prove her futile attempts. Therefore, she had resigned herself into submission to these horrid beings. So instead she sat on the cold stone floor with her eyes cast downwards and her fiery-red hair concealing her face like a canopy of dancing embers. The girl, barely the age of ten, was clad in a worn, ragged tunic and skirt, which looked to be far older than they actually were. This child, dubbed Ronni, had been separated from her mother and father when she was only eight, and the vampires had begun their uprising. For all she knew, they could be long since dead; but she dared not make such assumptions. Ronni had passed through the ownership of four of these blood-feasting fiends in her lifetime, all of which had used her to their ultimate need; food. The two puncture marking on the left side of her neck proved it, the scars shining in the small amount of light that penetrated the gloom. Sighing, the girl hung her head sorrowfully, awaiting what she knew would happen at some point or another; a purchase.
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His topaz eyes wandered aimlessly around the dark room, flashing up to the ceiling ever now and then. He rested his head in his large hands, rubbing his temples to sooth the pain. Enzi had just recently become one of...them. He gazed at his wrist, where the smooth, icy, silver mark scared him. Sitting alone in his room, he sighed. This was the path he had chosen, and the destiny he would face. Love was lost. No hope for that. He sighed again and looked out his bedroom window, into the barren trees of the dark. He sat up in his bed, grabbing his black jacket from his desk. He slipped on some old shoes, and pulled on a white T-shirt before placing the jacket on himself. His chest was chizzled into a perfect form, but he was cold. Ice cold. Hi ran a comb quickly through his shaggy hair. He opened the door to his Rabbit a few minutes later. He loved driving. The adrenaline of the highway. The speed of the cars passing by. It exhilarated him. He pushed down hardly on the gas petal and he was out of the driveway in minutes. Through tinted windows, he watched as he flew through the city streets. He came to an abrupt halt in front of a dark ally way. He stepped out silently and, as if he were walking in thin air, he glided into the shadows. He continued along the brick walls when a spark of silver caught his eye. He turned, and there lay a door. He pondered for a moment, thinking about weather to go in or not. He shrugged and opened the door a ways and slipped in. He sighed as he looked around. Another human trade shop. He was disgusted by these places. Even if he had no feelings for anything. Selling humans to vampires was wrong, and lethal. Luckily for him, his thirst was famished. He glanced around. Most of them were young girls, even more disgusting.
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