Blood Bank

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Blood Bank

Welcome to the blood bank. A home to human slaves and possible life source of many vampires in this city. We keep your slaves in check when you can't, allowing you to 'make deposits' of your collected blood and 'take loans' when you can't find a right human for you. From our headquarters full of fresh blood to our 'vegeterian" diet for all those good little vampires. Need assistance? Find the owner of it all, Yixing. Just be ready to pay the prize for his assistance.

—THE GOD || 神 || ♕

❂Ten 4 years ago

@⚰Wonho Glancing into the mirror before him, Ten watched as the workers adorned him with jewels of gold and rubies, his lips colored to provide the flush of warmth that'd envelope the human with the pink hue of fresh bood. And the robes- Simple, easy to slip off a slave's body and left to be ravished. He could only watch and not utter a word as the workers fluttered around him. To them, Ten was their most beautiful slave. Barely tainted, skin fresh as snow and his dark hair styled to perfection, the young slave was a prize, and a force to be reckoned with if given the amount of power his family formerly held before they fell into the hands of slavery. Once left alone, the man of Thai ethnicity stared into the mirror. And indeed, he was ethereal. The workers at the Blood Bank had the hands of artists. Dark kohl lined at his feline shaped eyes while the intricately woven golden display brought light to his dead eyes. A familiar light that Ten knew all too well...

"Chittaphon.. Ten.."

Closing his eyes, Ten's breathing grew ragged as the voice called. A whispy voice that he could only recall so closely.

"Take back what's rightfully ours."

No. It was all too real.

"Take it."

No.

"Take-"

CRASH.

The mirror shattered as the shards flew everywhere. Barefoot, Ten took a step back as he turned away. She'd always haunt his mind with her last words. Swallowing thickly, Ten turned at the door that opened to reveal a panicked group. Taking a shard of the glass, Ten stepped back to allow the others to fuss and see if the man was harmed. Once they deduced Ten was clean from the shards of silver. Ten was led out. And on his way out, the man couldn't help but notice the beauty that stared back at him from the remaining shards that remained on the frame.

He always hated how he looked remarkably similar to her.

Guided out and towards the private rooms on the very top floor, Ten was led into the room where his breath caught to find a man in front of him. Deadly, lethal, and all too familiar.

The Leader of Bloodreign.