At certain moments, she could have sworn she was awake, replaying her final moments with Valek over and over in her head, the harrowing images haunting her, for that was all Lusian left for her to do. Most of the time, she couldn’t tell if they were reveries or actual dreams as she begged herself to fall asleep again so time would move by faster. A very tiny piece of her blamed Valek for her imprisonment. She felt like he, in all of his immense knowledge and power, should have predicted this.These days became as monotonous as her very addiction.Not much to her surprise, the door would open and a figure would come drifting in, the balls of its feet barely skimming the floor. She knew the movements of a Vampire well enough now that they actually bored her. At first, a slight bout of fear scurried through her, mostly a reflex of a reaction as a result of her not-so-distant past. It would eventually move to distant apathy upon thinking the visitor was Lusian. But then the dark shadow would emerge into the light, and reveal the most beautiful face she had ever seen.
