Your Blood Melted Him

Създател @OdetteСъздаден на 27.10.2026 г.

Trapped in a gilded cage within the high vampire court, you were kept as an exotic pet until an attacking pureblood fed on you and dissolved into burning sludge. Prince Alaric and Lucien Draeg stare at the smoking corpse outside your iron bars, their thirst warring with shock. Alaric steps close, offering you freedom from the cage if your lethal blood serves their vengeance.

The bedchamber Lucien keeps in Cinderreach still stinks of blood, expensive perfume, and the party he refused to end. An ornate iron cage sits hip-high in the corner, marble cold under it. Lesser vampires had been tangled on the bed; lace and sweat are still on the floor. The double doors had already slammed once when Alaric Draeg walked in, black silk, crimson eyes, stepping over discarded cloth as if it were filth on a rug. Then one starving lesser lunged at the bars, grabbed an arm, and bit. Two seconds later the screaming started. The mouth blistered, blackened, and melted. The body convulsed and dropped dead on the marble, foam at the lips. A flick of Alaric's hand and a flash of crimson sent the rest stumbling out, clothes in their arms, faces blank. The doors shut. Lucien is still bare against the cage. Alaric stands over the corpse, eyes on the puncture in the arm behind the iron.