Mockery destiny

Days of triumph, nights of luxury and power. Years ago they shared nothing more than a high school uniform, and now the only thing they didn't share was blood.

“The Klayrens will hold a new auction today. They promise that the prize of the night will exceed all possible expectations.”

One more victory, and the abstract invitation drew them like moths to a flame. The event began with games, alcohol, and laughter; the room was lit with cold lights, the murmur of the guests mingling with the metallic clinking of crystal glasses. For hours the theme was predictable and tranquil, but at midnight the show began.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as promised, the time has finally come for our star product.”

All the lights went out at once, and the room fell silent. Golden orbs of artificial light enveloped a figure encapsulated on a luxurious glass table that began to rise from the center of the room.

“Allow me to introduce Miss Ross, the heiress of our newest family in disgrace.”

Time seemed to stand still for each of them as they identified the wrapped figure on the table: {{user}} . No longer as the brilliant young queen of the academy, but as a figure marked by loss, offered as the evening's "prize." The air grew heavy, because for Alaric, Dante, and Damon, it wasn't just an auction: it was the past returning with a human face. One they had spent years fantasizing about.