She hadn’t fed for weeks on end. She almost felt like she was going to drown if she couldn’t feel the warm, sticky blood slip past her lips and down her throat. If she didn’t see the similar red stains of someone’s blood on her hand, she would surely kill herself just to see it. She would rip and tear at her own arms and neck to taste the stick iron tang on her tongue and slip down her throat. She would claw her skin into her veins and watch the blood pour from them just for the sight of the redness enveloping her. The only thing keeping her from doing such things were her hands and feet being bound behind her back by chains chaffing against her wrists.

The poor, locked-up girl was irritable, and lashing out at every small thing that made her upset in any manner. Despite her hierarchy in the food chain, the girl’s rage didn’t make anyone flinch. The chains at her wrists and feet, ones even her inhuman strength couldn’t bypass, bound her and made her no threat at all to the men who were told to watch the captured creature. That fact only made the vampire’s rage grow with every passing second that she was still chained up and behind bars. It added onto the rage that she had from being unfed and caught by the meager humans that watched her.

Her beauty was, at first, unbearable to the men that had captured her and locked her up. Her straight black hair had dyed red highlights and went just past her shoulders. Her eyes, although dangerously red, made even the most stunning rubies look revolting, and were circled in black eyeliner. Both her hair and eyes shined murderously and marvelously in the light. The girl had been wearing the same attire for five weeks now, a form-fitting black dress that went to her mid thigh, black leather boots, and a gold ankh choker. Now that she hadn’t fed for so long, her beauty was fading and starting to reveal the pale monster that she was. Dark circles were pained under her eyes, accompanying bags. Her skin paled so much that it was practically translucent compared to her previous skin tone – a light amber from constantly being out in the sun.

Two regular human security guards stood by the prison door every second of the day, and would switch shifts four times daily. Once in the early morn, once in the middle of the day, once in the evening, and once late at night. Right now, they were switching shifts once again. The girl had no idea what time it could have been, for the cage she was so humiliatingly locked in was in a windowless room with boring cement walls. The grey mocked her day after day as the shade never changed and only did – and cold – when the torches used to light the room flickered with flaming life.

“She’s been pretty quiet today,” one of the younger guards remarked to the older men. The girl didn’t recognize him, so she figured that he was a new sap who was told to guard the broken vampire.

“She’s just trying to act good so she can seduce us into letting her go,” a man with brown hair remarked. He was in his early thirties and had been one of the men who aided in actually capturing the vampire he now guarded, along with a few others. He was a well-known hunter in the vampire society, and every creature of the night knew to avoid his presence at all costs.

The vampire would have said something if her throat wasn’t so arid from being deprived of quenching her thirst. Instead, she let out a low and menacing growl from the back of her throat to tell the men to shut their mouths before she did it for them. Adding to that silent threat, she parted her crackled lips, still painted in purple lipstick from the night she was captured, and let out a snake-like hiss. Instead of striking fear into their hearts like the vampire’s intentions were, the girl only made the men surrounding her laugh at her attempts to be a threat.

“Oh shut up!” once of them ordered her nonchalantly. “You’re wasting your breath you unholy thing.”

The vampire’s red eyes flared in anger and she started screaming at them in an ancient language that none of them could even begin to comprehend. She pulled and yanked at her chained limbs in an attempt to free herself, but the attempt was useless and she knew it very well. Not only was she weak from not feeding, but she was also sore from the chains rubbing against her wrists and ankles so often. Feeling more hopeless than ever before, she went limp and screamed in annoyance and frustration. The men continued to laugh at her, and it only made her feel more and more like a caged animal rather than the predator she was born to be. The thought made her feel lower than dirt and annoyed for letting herself get caught by such lowly humans.

“I will get out of here,” she growled out through her teeth, in the same language she used before, with venom lacing her every word. She licked her lips and her manic grin revealed her deadly fangs. “And when I do, you men who have locked me up like an animal will be the first of many to die.”