France,1787
"Aaah, you're awake." He said with his back turned.
Bastian narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on the man addressing him in the dim light.
"I was starting to think you were dead. After all, we had to put up quite the fight to restrain you."
He looked down and saw he was bound in chains, suspended on a rack. The flickering candles made the iron glisten and his scar deeper.
The man turned, revealing his pale cold eyes as he clicked his neck.
Bastian shuddered as the knife in the man's hand came into view.
"Do you know what this place is, Bastian?" He asked calmly, gesturing to the damp, stone walls surrounding the two. "It's where weapons are made. But not sabres or guns, no. Monsters."
The man smiled and held his knife up to the light, examining its edge.
"And we're gonna make you into one too."
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Drapeau Écarlate
Vampire"The pack will be here before dawn." He muttered, stoking the fire as it coughed out golden embers that danced in the clear night sky. He stood up, sheathed his blade, and smiled. "Let's not disappoint." Do you believe in vampires? Not the ones in s...
