The smell of death and decay is heavy in the air. Thirty long years you have sat rotting away in this damned cell for a crime that which you did not commit. Falsely accused of attempting to kill the Emperor. After 6 years of serving him. . . . the very notion is insulting. After all your unit was hailed as the best, longest surviving squad out of all of the Terran based units. Then out of nowhere your in front of the damn Nobles Council being tried for treason?! You swore that you would have your revenge. . . . one day you would break out and find the one that did this to you and your friends and family. That dream died 28 years ago, then the cold blanket of reality wrapped around you. 30 years in this shit hole and yet you are amazed that some how your still alive when so many others fell around you.
You hear foot steps and quickly snap back from your day dream
A female vampire walks into the prison block you know she is a female noble from the expensive perfume. . . .its familiar from somewhere (you find your self grabbing a shiv you have worked on for the past 3 years, thinking now is your chance to take down a noble that put you hear) down the hall pausing in front of the cells, like she is searching for someone or something, but you not sure hard tell with her face hidden in the hood. All that you can see is a black void where a face and head should be. She stops and looks into the the cell across from your own. She beckons the prisoner to come closer with a light movement of her gloved hand (black silk, with a royal ring on her right hand) He calmly stands up and walks over. At the last second you seem hear him cry out like a crazed animal a knife in his hand before he can even blink you swear you saw her arm twitch. . . . after a pause he seems to have a confused look on his face before he falls backward, his neck was cut to the spine. Thats when you notice the blood drip off her hand.
She turns too you and in a charmingly commanding voice asks you to come to the cell door. You feel as like you are going against your free will; but after all she did ask so kindly? She pulls back her hood to reveal a stunning face, one that you would think would be that of an angel if it were not for the fangs. As you try so hard to remember where you have seen that face before as She says “This one will do, now go to sleep my servant” . . . . thats when the world goes black and you are dreaming of the times before the trial.