Vivian could feel the ties digging into her wrist as she twisted her hands to loosen them. The rough wood of the chair rubbed against her back, as she pulled against the ties on her ankles. Anything to get them loose enough to pull them apart at the right time.
There was nothing in the room, not a single window, only a dim, flickering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, directly above her head. There was a door in front of her, but it had yet to open even once. The last thing Vivian remembered was Chanh’s smile before everything went dark. She could feel the dried blood on the back of her neck from the head wound caused by most likely one of the other vampires hitting her hard enough to knock her out. She woke up in this place, alone, hours ago, or at least what felt like hours ago. Really she had no concept of time, or what day it was, or where she could possibly be. She didn’t even know she was still in New Orleans. Anything was possible.