Chapter 1: Dark

'Dark...' I thought

At this moment all I could see was nothing but the primordial darkness, I knew that after his last attack he would either die or be captured by the enemies, but, even so, I still had the slight but imperturbable hope of seeing his comrades when I opened my eyes.

'Well... at least I can still think.'

Indeed, thinking, though it may seem a simple act, implies that the thinker exists and has not been erased from existence by some strange magic of the witches.

After a few seconds of regaining consciousness my sense of touch began to reactivate.

My clothes are still there and... I am chained to a chair...`

[Image of how he is chained]

Right now, the information I can gather from this is that I am imprisoned, I guess they don't want the seal to look for another host and repeat history.

After thinking for a few seconds, I decide to move my hands at the risk of a watchman noticing that I have woken up.

'It hurts!'

The pain of moving a limb that has not moved for a long time appeared.

'The chains are tight, it will be difficult to do anything in this situation and with the little solar energy inside the seal'

There seems to be no one watching, with the enhanced sense of vampires if they heard me they should appear here in seconds.

I had already checked the energy inside the seal, and it would seem that they really took pains not to expose it to sunlight, what little was left must have been absorbed during a transfer, although it must have diminished over time to nourish its body and keep it alive.

'What can I do with this bit of energy?'

After a moment's thought he decided.

He began to feel a slight warmth in the center of his forehead, this warmth began to move towards his right hand, once it reached his hand, he squeezed with all the strength he could muster and broke a chain.

"Krk" (what a chain breaking is supposed to sound like).

Although he has already broken one chain, he still has many chains attaching to his body and he no longer has solar energy in the seal....

`fuuu... ok, the next chain is a little looser, just enough for me to get my hand through with my thumb hidden`.

Sticking my thumb to my palm I calmly run my hand along the next chain.

Now having the mobility of his elbow, I flex my arm bringing it closer to his eyes.

'I just hope he has a door in front of him.'

To general lamentation, once he ripped off the blindfold and opened his eyes, once again what greeted him was nothing but darkness.

'Fuck.'

It is not possible that he has no eyes since he still feels that they are in his position, which only leaves the possibility that there is no way out of the place where he is and much less sunlight enters, although this can be deduced by the lack of solar energy that he is presenting at this moment.

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N.T.: I'm sorry for any mistakes in the translation.

As I said in the synopsis, I don't know what the romantic interest will be, so I'm hoping to get some ideas and maybe use democracy, but it won't be any of the Cullens.