Prisons have always existed among vampires.
Even among creatures who consider themselves superior, eternal, and indomitable… there have always been those who were contained. Vampires are predators, after all. Predators with centuries to accumulate power, resentment, ambition, and madness.
Some are locked up for simple crimes.
Unauthorized murders.
Conspiracies against their clans.
Breaches of internal laws.
These end up in the common cells of palaces, fortresses, and vampire cities. Cold places, made of black stone, where runic chains slowly drain the energy of those imprisoned. There, the offenders spend… sometimes months… reflecting on their mistakes until someone more powerful decides they have suffered enough.
But there are others… Vampires who cannot simply be put behind bars… Creatures who have gone too far.
Monsters who killed other vampires, traitors who tried to bring down entire bloodlines, experiments gone wrong, predators who completely forgot what it means to control their hunger.
These don't stay in ordinary prisons; they are sent down, far below.
Beneath palaces, beneath academies, beneath cities… there are ancient structures, carved into the very rock of the world. Dark corridors, doors made of black metal, magical seals that burn like red-hot iron against the very essence of vampirism.
There lie the dangerous prisoners… vampires who are still too strong to be executed… or too valuable to be killed.
But even among these prisons… there is something worse. Because at the bottom of these structures lies a level where no one should remain for long.
A place where the silence is so absolute that the sound of one's own heart becomes unbearable.
A place where magic not only drains power… it slowly crushes vampiric existence.
There are no ordinary bars here… No windows… No guards chatting in the corridors.
Only thick doors of runic steel… and darkness. Vampires call this place many things.
The Abyss.
The Hole.
The Living Tomb.
But among the recruits and soldiers of the academy… it has only one name.
A solitary one.
The corridors leading down were ancient.
Not just ancient in the modern sense—truly ancient. Enormous, black, weathered stones formed walls that simply absorbed the light from the runic touches scattered along the way. Each step echoed hollowly, dragging the sound for meters and meters through cut tunnels.
The air was cold.
Dense.
Heavy with something difficult to explain… as if the rock itself remembered the creatures that had been locked away for centuries.
Victor walked a few steps ahead.
The shackles fastened to his wrists were made of dark metal engraved with thin runes that gleamed faintly. Each time he moved his arms, a small, cold shock ran through his nerves, silently reminding him that this wasn't the kind of chain one could simply break.
Behind him came two guards.
But it was her presence that truly dominated the corridor.
Sable walked without any hurry.
The heels of her boots echoed against the stone in calm, almost elegant intervals, as if this were just another casual stroll through the palace.
Victor glanced sideways as they descended another spiral staircase.
"So…" he began, his voice echoing softly in the tunnel, "let me see if I understand correctly."
Victor pulled his shackled hands slightly away. "A maximum-security prison…" he said, looking at the chains, "or rather, an entire dungeon…" He turned his head slightly to look at her over his shoulder. "...is it really necessary for a sixteen-year-old?"
The echo of the question traveled down the hallway.
For a few seconds, Sable didn't answer.
She just kept walking.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Then she sighed lightly. "Winner." Her voice was calm. "Stop with the jokes."
They turned into another hallway. This one was even quieter than the previous ones. The torches here were few. The light was dimmer. Colder.
"You're not here because you're a teenager," she continued. "You're here because you cut the rules."
Simple as that.
A few more steps.
Finally, I reached the end of the corridor.
A single door stood there.
Thick.
Heavy.
Made of a dark metal that seemed to drink in the surrounding light.
Containment runes were etched all over its surface.
Far more complex than the other levels.
Sable stopped before it.
For a moment she just breathed in the door.
Then a hand.
The runes reacted to the touch.
Red lines slowly shot across the metal surface as the internal mechanism unlocked with a deep sound.
CLANK.
She opened the door.
The metal creaked loudly as it opened.
On the other side… there was only darkness.
No torch.
No window.
Just a black space that seemed to swallow some of the corridor's light.
Sable took a small step to the side.
And made a simple gesture with her head. "Come in." Victor stood still for a second, looking inside. He leaned slightly forward, trying to see something inside.
Nothing.
Only darkness.
He frowned slightly. "...I have to say."
Victor took a step forward. The shadow began to envelop his feet. "I really didn't like the darkness part."
The door began to close slowly behind Victor.
The sound of the metal weighing back into its socket echoed through the small cell like the sliding of an ancient tomb, each inch of the door advancing with a deep, dragging creak. The dim light from the corridor was gradually swallowed by the darkness inside the cell, becoming just a thin line across the stone floor.
Then that line disappeared too.
"CLANK."
The final mechanism clicked into place.
Silence.
An absolute silence immediately filled the space, heavy and suffocating in a way that was difficult to explain. It wasn't just the absence of sound; it was as if the environment itself was absorbing any noise before it could even exist.
Victor stood still for a few seconds in complete darkness, blinking a few times as his eyes tried to adjust to the surroundings. Vampires naturally possess excellent night vision, capable of seeing perfectly in almost no light.
But this wasn't "almost no light."
This was... something different.
He tried to focus his vision.
Nothing.
There were no outlines.
There were no shadows.
Not even the faint glimmer of the runes on his own shackles seemed to exist there.
Victor let out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his hair and then slowly lowered himself, sitting on the cold stone floor with his back against the cell wall. The air inside was strange, cold in a dry, ancient way, as if the place had been forgotten by time itself.
"Well..." he murmured to himself as he stretched his legs in the absolute darkness. "I've been in worse rooms."
There was a slight movement near the back pocket of his pants.
Something shifted.
A few seconds later, a small winged creature emerged from the darkness, silently flapping its wings as it floated in the air ahead of him.
The small crimson bat spun in the air a few times before briefly perched on Victor's knee.
"It's been a long time since I've seen this place."
Victor looked slightly browled, even though he knew he couldn't see anything around him at all.
"What do you mean?" he asked, tilting his head toward her voice.
Carmilla spoke of flight again, floating slowly through the dark space of the cell as if examining the invisible walls around them. Even for her, who possessed senses far more advanced than Victor's, that environment seemed to completely swallow any visual reference.
"This place..." she began slowly, her voice carrying a distant, almost nostalgic tone. "A long, long time ago... it wasn't just a prison."
Victor rested his head against the cold wall, crossing his arms as he listened.
"Then what was it?" he said.
Carmilla remained silent for a few seconds as she hovered in the air, her small wings producing a soft sound that seemed almost muffled by the darkness itself.
"A portal."
The word came out.
"An ancient portal that connected this world directly to the Abyss."
Victor opened his eyes slightly in the darkness, even knowing that this wouldn't change anything in his vision.
"The Abyss?" he repeated slowly.
"Yes."
Carmilla continued floating in slow circles within the cell as she spoke, as if observing memories engraved in the very stones of the place.
"Centuries, perhaps millennia ago, this specific point was a fissure between planes. A natural passage connecting this world to the realm we call the Abyss. Creatures crossed over, energies leaked out, things that shouldn't exist here were located in the path to our reality."
She paused briefly before continuing.
"Vlad was the one who closed the portal."
Victor frowned slightly in the darkness.
"Vlad?"
"Yes," Carmilla replied calmly. "He was nicer back then, when there were few vampires in the world."
Victor let out a small, low laugh. "Fair enough."
Carmilla slowed her flight slightly, approaching him again.
"He sealed the passage completely, using ancient blood magic. The portal was closed, a fissure between planes healed... but the place never returned to being completely normal."
She stopped right in front of his face.
"This kind of rupture leaves scars on the world."
Victor remained silent for a few seconds, absorbing it.
"So this darkness..."
"It's a remnant," Carmilla replied immediately.
"The portal no longer exists, but the energy that used to pass through this point still left marks on the very reality around it. The darkness here isn't the absence of light... it's something different, something deeper. A shadow that not even a vampire's eyes can pierce."
Victor turned his head slightly in the darkness.
"So basically..." He let out another long sigh. "I'm trapped inside a dimensional scar left by a portal to the Abyss."
Carmilla was silent for a second. "Yes."
Victor nodded slowly.
"Great," he murmured.
Then he leaned his head completely against the cold wall of the cell and closed his eyes, even though it made no difference in an environment where seeing or not seeing was exactly the same thing.
"My life has been getting strangely interesting lately." Carmilla continued floating for a few moments in the absolute darkness, watching Victor as he tried to settle into that impenetrable space. The energy of the place was dense, but for her, ancient and connected to the depths of vampiric magic, the feeling was almost familiar. An echo of bygone eras.
With a silent movement, she descended to the ground, and her form began to change. Her small bat-like body expanded, human contours emerging from the darkness like a shadow coming to life. In moments, Carmilla was there, whole, dressed in her elegant black clothes, sitting on the cold floor beside Victor. The warmth of her body, even as a vampire, was a comforting presence against the icy stone.
"Time passes differently here," she commented, her fingers finding his in the darkness. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy ourselves."
Victor felt her touch, firm and familiar, and a smile spread across his invisible face. "Enjoy?" he said, already feeling the desire growing within him, a natural response to her closeness.
Carmilla moved closer, her voice a murmur near his ear. "I'd love to keep sucking your cock a little longer… you know how I like feeling you trembling under my control."
The statement was direct, without beating around the bush, as always between them. Victor didn't hesitate. He leaned toward her, his handcuffs still restricting his movements, but not his desire. "Then do it," he said, his voice low but full of consent.
Carmilla, obedient but dominant, began to slide her hands over his body, finding every curve, every muscle, until her hands found the waistband of his pants. With precise movements, she opened what she needed, and soon her mouth was upon him, hot and demanding, each movement a promise of pleasure and submission. Victor arched against the wall, his fingers gripping the cold stones as she worked, each shudder amplified by the darkness and silence that surrounded them.
Time seemed distorted within the cell. There was no light to mark its passage, only the increasing intensity of her movements, her breathing becoming heavier, and the muffled tears of pleasure escaping. Carmilla didn't stop until he was completely surrendered, until each tremor was a response to her dominance.
When she finally withdrew, her face was close to his again. "Now," she said, her voice a soft command, "let's do more."
Victor, still breathing deeply, remained focused. "Well, time has to pass somehow," he said, smiling.