The journey feels endless.
Not because Samantha loses track of time—
But because time itself seems to move differently around vampires.
She’s transported through forests, underground tunnels, abandoned ruins, places untouched by humans for centuries.
Always moving.
Always guarded.
Always watched.
The enchanted restraints around her wrists hum faintly.
Not painful.
Just enough to keep her power from fully rising.
Enough to remind her—
She’s a prisoner.
For now.
But Samantha doesn’t panic.
Doesn’t plead.
Doesn’t bargain.
She watches.
She listens.
She memorizes.
Every tunnel.
Every scent.
Every face.
Every weakness.
And the vampires notice.
“She’s not scared.”
One whispers.
“She should be.”
Another replies.
Samantha says nothing.
Because fear is exactly what Benja
