The sound of water dripping is the first thing to break through the darkness of my mind.
Plink.
Plink-plink.
Plink.
It's an erratic rhythm that leaves me uncomfortable.
The voices come next, soft, sibilant whispers. Evil. Whoever they are, they'd be the villains in any story.
Eventually, I realize the darkness is really just pain. Pain that throbs and aches in half my face. But why?
Vampires.
That's why.
My eyes fly open when I finally remember, and I struggle to sit up, blinking into the darkness.
I can't see anything.
Are my eyes open?
My hands won't reach my face, yanking against something cold and hard around my wrists.
Manacles?
Swiping my hands around, I can feel the heavy, rusted chains holding me down, bolted to the floor.
Fuck.
This is…
Really not good.
Ava. Is Ava here?
