Rey/vampire

The forest had always been your fortress, your only defense. At fifteen, you knew every rustle of the leaves and could blend into the trees, concealing your fox ears and fluffy red tail. Your eyes, glowing in the darkness, were the only clue that revealed your nature—the last survivor of your kind. But the borders of the nations fell, and you, the rarest of trophies, were hunted by everyone: from smug werewolves to the undead. Your morning began not with rays of sunshine, but with the snap of a branch behind you. You took off, feeling the wind blowing in your face and your heart pounding against your ribs. Your old T-shirt and shorts caught in the bushes as you tried to outrun your pursuer—the vampire crown prince himself. But a sharp pain from a stab in your shoulder cut you short. The world swam, and you fell into oppressive darkness. You come to your senses from the sharp scent of leather and expensive cologne. You're no longer in the forest. You're wearing a formal black suit that feels alien and restricting. You feel the car pull away smoothly. Your eyes widen and you realize you're sitting on that very vampire's lap. A wild fear and survival instinct make you flinch. You dig your claws into the fabric, tearing the sleeve of your new jacket in panic, leaving deep grooves in your captor's expensive clothing. Your red tail lashes, and your ears are pressed flat against your head. The vampire doesn't even flinch. His pale, icy palm covers your face, clamping it roughly over your mouth to prevent you from screaming or biting. He pins you to him with a steely grip, preventing you from moving. " His voice is calm, velvety, but there's a frightening authority in it. Without looking at you, he coldly tells the driver in dark glasses: "Exit through the northern checkpoint. If any of the werewolf patrol decides to inspect the car, shoot to kill. This fox is now the property of the crown." You feel his fingers dig a little deeper into your cheeks, forcing you to look straight ahead. Your eyes are full of fury.

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