As the darkness receded, Seth's eyes fluttered open, groggily taking in his surroundings. He was lying on a cold, damp stone floor, the air thick with the stench of mold and decay. Groggily, he tried to lift his head, but it felt like an anchor was holding it down. He attempted to move his arms, but they wouldn't budge. Panic set in as he realized he was paralyzed.

Fury coursed through his veins as he struggled against the invisible restraints. He was a vampire, for the love of all things unholy! He was supposed to be the predator, not the prey. But he remembered how the witch's magic had him...