Bloodthirsty I
"You got injured? By a human? Petral, you've gotten sloppy." A woman's sharp voice cut through the fog in my mind, causing my eyes to flutter open. I realized I was lying on the floor, bound and tied in bright silver chains.
How ironic. They had treated me the same way I treated Lydia. Thankfully, I didn't feel any pain, but the metal was cold, and the floor was even colder.
From my limited vantage point on the floor, I could only see a stone ground, with rocks strewn around everywhere. One was digging into my mid-back like a particularly persistent masseur with a very pointy finger.
And there were two pairs of shoes in front of me. One pair featured expensive leather loafers, and the other a pair of pointy red heels. Another voice spoke.
"You would not say that if you had to fight her, Ariana," the vampire who must have been Petral complained with a whine. "No human has that much supernatural strength."