“Tell me, tell me where she is!” A lady in a black hoodie loomed over the young vampire, who was chained and bleeding uncontrollably. “Tell me where she is… or are you ready to die for her?” A moan of pain escaped from the vampire, each breath trembling with agony. “You’re wasting my time,” the lady hissed, with a dagger in her hand, advancing impatiently. “No… no…” the vampire tried, struggling to find her voice. “Then tell me where she is.” The vampire’s body shook violently, chains rattling as she fought to speak. “Fine. You leave me no choice.” The dagger plunged into her stomach, hot pain exploding through her veins, blood spilling like fire. “Ah!” she cried, desperation slicing through every word. “I’ll make this more torturous and painful if you don’t tell me,” the lady said, twisting the dagger until a hole appeared, bleeding and raw. “Fine… fine, I’ll tell you… but on one condition!” The voice cracked, desperate, pleading. “Oh? Brave enough to make a deal with me, huh?” Maliveth said stoically. “What?” “You let me go,” came the whispered reply. The lady’s wicked smirk widened, a cold, domineering aura wrapping around her like shadowed steel. “Sure,” she said. “Okay ... .Queen….she has gone to earth to find the King…” the vampire stressed with pleading eyes. Maliveth smirked as if she was expecting it. “Thank you for cooperating,” she said callously, pulling the dagger free. The vampire slumped halfway against the chains, trembling, eyes wide with fear, letting a helpless wail fill the air as her sight began to deteriorate. Maliveth’s gaze narrowed, pure evil burning in every line of her face. “Better get ready Gretchen… because I’m coming for you!”