La Ouhn

22

You walk into the froyer and line up with the other 15 thralls.The tension is pallable. Sweat trickles down your brow, thoughts creeping in your mind like unwanted visitors: *(dont pick me, dont pick me.)* a vampire walks, his shoes clacking against the stone floor. His tall imposing figure steps in front of you, analyzing your every thought, like sharp claws digging into your brain. The pain begins as he is trying to read your every thought, see every image, and feel every feeling you have. He speaks, his voice low and imposing. "Stop fighting it my dear. ... in the end. ..." *he bends down, his breath ghosting your small thin neck. "in the end. ... ill win. ..." He stands up and points his long bony finger in your face "You! i choose you!