Awoken with no knowledge of her identity, Intrigue is sold as a slave in a city of vampires.
The City is the story of a girl who wakes up in a cage in the basement with no recollection of her identity or life. She's assigned a name by her captors and sold into a den of vampires. As she comes to terms with herself, a friend opens her eyes to her true identity and she is introduced to a secret that could end the newly blossoming undead society: vampirism is a virus with deadly consequences. In order to save herself and the friends she comes to love, she'll have to accept all the facets of herself and remember what happened on the other side of the river.
Her fingertips trembled against cool cement. Pain consumed her as consciousness returned. She sat up and leaned uneasily against the bars of the cage. Her vision spun with a thick black fog, glowing with sparks of green and purple that closed over her sight. Something metallic scraped over stone; then there was silence.
She moaned as the worst of the headache subsided and her vision returned. Her mouth tasted slimy and metallic; she spat and came up with a curdled bit of goop that reeked of blood. Dust motes swirled up from between the bars of the rusted bottom of her cage, which smelled like ancient air and stale earth. There were other cages in the room, maybe forty or fifty of them in various shapes and sizes. Most were intact, but some were barely-recognizable twists and chunks of metal. There were footprints in the dust, as if someone had-
"Hey, chick. Nice to see you’re finally coming out of it."
She turned to see who had spoken; the movement made the throbbing in her head explode. She gasped for breath, her body wracked with tremors as her vision blurred back into order.
He looked about sixteen. His arms and bare torso were lightly lined with muscle, but there was an almost skeletal gauntness beneath that suggested that he was not a free human. He ran a hand back through his red-brown hair.
"Hey…" she ventured.
He nodded and sauntered up to her cage. "True red’s rare. I’ve never seen hair quite like yours."
He was commenting on her hair? "Thanks."
"I was starting to think you wouldn’t wake up. Would’ve been too bad; I’m starting to like you." He smiled. Not shyly. "I mean, you’ve only been here a week and all, and I could barely get any water down your throat, but every time those green eyes fluttered, I was sure I’d caught an angel."
She frowned. Caught an angel? "Can you let me out?"
"Well…" He lingered for a moment, his grimy fingertips caressing the bars of her cage. "I could. But I think I like you better in there. For the moment, at least."
Her heart clenched, and not in a good way. She glanced past him to the single window on the far wall-the light that managed its way past the dust was dusky and low. If they were coming tonight, it would be soon.
"I named you," he said. "Oh-I’m Aymir, by the way. And you’re Intrigue."