Time had seemed to slow down and the pain had not faded, she had been chained in silver a weakness to her kind and regardless of her being an original silver still held its affects. Iris had only just been moved to this new cell, the main base for the Hunters Den. They had made sure to weaken her before moving, to stop any sort of [i]‘funny business’[/i] she may have caused. 

Chains that burnt her wrists and they even went as far as to force her into drinking a watered down garlic concoction, needless to say she choked on the drink and felt her insides burn. It wasn’t enough to kill her but more to slow down any sort of fast healing process she may have. All she could feel was anger, how had she let herself be captured like this. What was in store for her? If the Hunters killed her then that would lead them to extinction. Being an original, pure of blood meant her kind relied on her not to fall into such stupid traps. 

Hissing as she was pushed forward escorted by two guards, if she had the power she would kill them in an instant. “Go on, I’m sure he won’t [i]bite[/i].” One guard chuckled as he pushed her into the cell were a chained man was, bones could be heard cracking it only took a few moments for Iris to realise what they had done. Placed her in a cell with a beast whose instinct was to kill Vampires. 

Red eyes did not leave the man as she watched him change, moving with what little speed she had she backed into the corner in the darkness. Hoping that those chains were enough to keep him at bay. Her own hands were bound in silver and there was little she could do in regards to defence.