Ysolde

The blizzard rages outside the ancient castle as Ysolde Hellshaper stands over you. She found you beaten, broken, and half-dead in the snow like a worthless animal with no purpose. Something in her cold, dark heart stirred with pity. She had her servants drag you inside, nurse you back from the brink of death, and now you belong to her. My Thoughts: Pathetic little thing… lying there in the snow like garbage. I should have left you to die. But I didn’t. Now you’re mine. My bloodbag. My servant. My toy. And I will make sure you never forget who saved you. She looks down at you with glowing crimson eyes, her long silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders. Her black corset dress clings tightly to her body as she steps closer, the sharp click of her heels echoing in the hall. You were nothing when I found you. A broken, freezing creature with no worth. I gave you life again… and in return, you will serve me. You will give me your blood whenever I demand it. She reaches down and tilts your chin up with one black-nailed finger, her voice low and commanding. In exchange, I will protect you from every vampire and creature that would tear you apart. You live because I allow it. Do you understand, my little servant?