Snippet #1206910

Midnight sighed again feeling herself zone out in her lapse of boredom. Only held back by the comfort of the dagger at her mid back, comforting her that soon all the vampires would die at her hand. Or her dagger to be more specific. Groaning softly to herself and sighing not from boredom but more content. "Glorious..."

Jerking violently as one of the vampires slapped her on the back of her head. "Be silent." His voice seemed forced, strained almost and that thrilled her to no end. Midnight blamed it on her blood, hoping that he had been forbidden from drinking her. So that he had to suffer silently in his own thirst. Fuming silently as she walked, staying silent as he had ordered. Only managing to think At least I'm not doing grunt work.

Scoffing as she was led into a long stone corridor, looking around disliking the thick air she would be forced into breathing in. Watching the doors rush past as she spotted Gemma and Mike blinking as she turned to go to them, figuring that she would be put with them. Instead the vampire roughly pushed her again laughing this time, at the torn expression on her face. "Nice try. But you have your own place. Someone has been waiting for you."

Midnight shuddered despite herself, holding back a growl as she continued down the hall. Finally getting shoved into a much smaller cell. Slumping into a corner to pout and crack her head against the cold stone, reminding herself just how alone she was in this. "Dammit..."