Lauden circled around the dangling figure of Silas, relishing the view of the immobilized carcass that once stood as the greatest, most valiant warrior of a century-long war.
He deserved just that, didn't he? He deserved that and then some…
To his ears traveled the knocking of feet against the rough stone that served as ground. The sound climbed in strength until it stopped all together in front of the metal door separating him from the rest of the world.
"Awake, are we, Vampire?" a gruff voice shot through the small window allowing some light in and out of the cell.
Lauden merely stared back at the guard until the loud locks clicked open, followed by the wincing of heavy and worn metal as the cell gate opened.
"Get out quick or I will just lock it again," the same man as before grunted again.
The vampire took his sweet time, not once breaking eye contact with the guard as though challenging him to say another thing.
