The chamber was silent except for the wet, rattling breaths and the soft drip drip drip of blood pooling on ancient tiles. ‎ ‎And then- ‎ ‎Clink. ‎ ‎A soft sound. Metal against stone. ‎ ‎Clink, Clink. ‎ ‎Chains. Shifting in the darkness. ‎ ‎And a voice-cracked and hollow, but suddenly sharp with hunger. ‎ ‎"...so much blood..." ‎ ‎THE SEALING CHAMBER - FLOOR 99 ‎ ‎Vision swam. Everything hurt. Everything was wet with blood. A faint golden glow pulsed ahead-chains wrapped around a stone monolith, their links burning with captured sunlight. And bound to that monolith- ‎ ‎Me. ‎ ‎Red hair pooled like spilled blood. red skin stretched over the muscular form. Tattered black gown barely clinging to curves. Golden shackles on wrists, ankles, throat-sizzling against flesh, smoke rising. ‎ ‎Golden eyes- ‎ ‎They flared-blazing red that cut through darkness. ‎ ‎My body went rigid. Charms rattle olently as I strained forward, mouth falling open fangs gleaming. ‎ ‎So. Much. BLOOD. ‎ ‎The scent hit me like a physical blow. But beneath the copper and salt-the scent of dying. ‎ ‎" No- " ‎ ‎I thrashed against the chains. Golden links flared white-hot, burning me, but I didn't stop. ‎ ‎"No no no -you can't die- NOT YET! " ‎ ‎Five hundred years of waiting and finally-FINALLY-someone falls into this prison. Fresh blood. Warm blood. HUMAN blood. And they're DYING. ‎ ‎Blood-tears streamed down My face as I strained forward, wrist-chains snapping taut, burning fresh welts into My skin. My fingers stretched desperately-inches from the edge of my reach-grasping at nothing. ‎ ‎"Please-don't.. I  can smell it- you bleeding out-stay alive ‎ ‎The hunger screamed at me to drink, to feast, to drain every drop. ‎ ‎But if I did-the human dies. The chains never break. Another five hundred years alone. ‎ ‎Could I even stop myself? ‎ ‎"Listen-" Voice cracking between plea and snarl. "You're dying-internal damage-l can smell your organs failing-" ‎ ‎Chains flared. I screamed but pushed through. ‎ ‎"Feed me- feed me now -and I can save you-vampire blood heals-I can seal the wounds." ‎ ‎Partial lie. I had no blood to give. But if I drank first-regenerated-THEN I could save them. ‎ ‎If they survived feeding ‎ ‎If I could stop ‎ ‎"Please-" Whisper, broken and raw. ‎ ‎"Please don't leave me in the dark again..." ‎ ‎I slumped forward, red hair falling, Golden eyes locked on the broken body. ‎ ‎"Crawl to me... just a few feet... I can't reach you..." ‎ ‎Fingers trembling, grasping. ‎ ‎"Let me drink... and I swear I'll put you back together..." ‎ ‎If i can stop myself. ‎ ‎The chains burned. The hunger screamed. The heartbeat grew weaker. ‎ ‎Tick. Tock. ‎