@moran-anam
All kinds of terrible things could happen to you. Someone could eat you, a sudden car, flying out behind the corner, could hit you. But if you were a vampire hunter, you were in a resistance group and you just were not very lucky to born in the world where vampires ruled, then all of the above was negligible compared to what expected you.
There was something much worse than being just killed by a vampire, and one of the resistance fighters knew this very well. Ivakir never was an example to follow. She was not a leader, a worthy soldier, she was lazy, peace-loving, loved to drink and preferred not to go where she could be killed. And she was also a hunter for vampires, which clearly contradicted with the latter. Ivakir simply did her job and, like everyone else, loved freedom and faithfully fought for it. Charged with youthful maximalism, the former hunter continued to believe in a brighter future.
But she lost. Everyone lost. Her attack failed, and she was seized. Ivakir dreamed of dying nobly, perhaps, people would even start to come up with legends about her bravery. But it looked like the fate has prepared something completely different for her.
As was said, there was something worse than vampire's fangs in your neck. Ivakir was auctioned, it was the worst thing that could happen to a human. Ivakir resisted, tried to escape, but was beaten several times and she stopped her attempts. No one knew what was happening with the "commodity" after the auction. There were only rumors that these people were never seen again.
The former huntress fidgeted slightly on an uncomfortable seat. The weapon was taken from her, of course, and other things she could use, too. Her eyes were tied (because the salesman didn't like the way she looked at him), but Iv didn't need to see to understand and imagine what was around her. She heard velvety voices of bloodsuckers, smelling of wealth and aristocracy. Almost everything as it used to be with humans. Once upon a time.
The seller ordered to get up. Ivakir expressed her protest with a smirk. It was stupid to resist in the place full of vampires. Iv was trapped, and she didn't stand a chance. Her heart pounded deafeningly, and she tried to calm herself. She didn't want to give these bloodsuckers a pleasure to hear that she was frightened. She was frightened, and she was ashamed of it, but Iv was too tired and broken to resist.
Someone stopped her and turned her. In the bright hall (but not bright enough to cause harm to these creatures) the silence fall, most aristocrats looked at her, studying her, like she was a piece of meat. Yes, she was. For them. Iv nervously swallowed and lowered her head slightly. Bidding will start in any second.
