I groaned, my neck and head burning as I was ripped from the depths of sleep, momentarily unsure of my surroundings. I blinked, the light burning my eyes as they adjusted, I didn’t feel like myself at all, I just wanted to go back to sleep. But something told me that wouldn’t be an option, my mind screaming that I needed to focus, that I needed to keep myself awake. “That’s right Luna I need you to wake up.” Came the last voice I wished to hear, the dark and heinous voice of my master. Though today it was different, kinder somehow. I groaned again in pain, trying desperately to focus my eyes, but they didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Why did I feel this way, was it because Vincent had taken so much of my blood? Is this what it felt like to be dying? Silas laughed, “You aren't dying, the pain is a side effect of the venom we administer to keep you weak whilst we feed, it will pas