Ch 1: The Feeding
Zara
The world was once normal. Humans were arrogant and blissfully unaware of the creatures that laid in waiting for their chance to seek justice, and when they did, they came with a force that we couldn’t stop.
For us that were born before the rule of vampires, this world is hard to adjust to, but those born into knowing what their purpose in life is. Our purpose now is to serve them and if you’re lucky, you become a blood slave and live the life of luxury. Which is what I’m trying to do. Part of me is afraid of doing this, but I need the money. I’m tired of living the way I am, not knowing if I’m going to have enough food or money to pay the bills.
“Next.” The lady at the desk yelled. I took a step forward and waited for her to speak.
“I need your name.”
“Zara Carmichael.”
“Have you ever given permission for someone to take your blood before?”
“No.”
“I’ll need you to sign here, and initial here. If you are chosen, you will be compensated.
I quickly signed and initialed what I needed to.
“Go through the door on the right and another employee will greet you.”
This isn’t what I thought it would be. It’s going quicker than I expected and now I’m having second thoughts.
I walked through the door and the hallway was brightly lit and quiet.
“Last door on the left. If you are chosen, the person who chose you will join you in the room. There is a bathroom, as well as some food and drinks for you to enjoy.”
I nodded at the employee to acknowledge their words and continued to walk down the hallway. As I passed each door, I noticed they had windows, and from the way they were built, I can tell they were two-way mirrors. I can’t see into the rooms right now, which means they may have to be activated to be used.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to my room. The room is better than I thought it would be. There is food and drinks in the corner and a couch to sit on with some blankets and a coffee table. There is a door to my left and from here I can tell it leads to a bathroom.
There is no sign of how long I must wait to find out if someone is interested in me or what I’m supposed to do while waiting. I notice there are books on the corner of the coffee table and pick one of them up. ’Vampires: A Complete History’ is the name of the book. I slowly open it and read through the table of contents. There is a section of vampire myths and turn to that page.
’Myth One: Vampires don’t have reflections. Believe it or not, they have reflections, but most dislike to be reminded that they can live forever in a body that does not age.
Myth Two: Vampires hunt to kill. Most vampires hunt for survival, only taking the blood they need to live. There are a few that like the thrill of the hunt and kill, but you can say the same for any species.’
Before I could continue the chapter, I felt like I was being watched, so I yanked my head up to look at the window. I couldn’t see through it, but I could feel someone there.
After a few minutes, the door opened, and three men walked in before closing the door. They started walking around, checking the room, and once they were in, they signaled to the window and the door opened. The man that walked in was the last man I expected. It was the vampire king.
I watched him as he took his coat off and rolled up his shirt sleeves. I never thought I would find a vampire attractive, but the king was built with chiseled facial features, and held the room without speaking.
As he continued to roll up his sleeves and expose his muscular arms, I couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that adorned his skin. I didn’t even think they could have tattoos; I need to read more about them, so I’m not surprised each time I see one.
“Since you are in this room, I assume you have given permission for me to feed on you?”
His voice was deep and raspy. It fit his appearance perfectly and captivated me even more.
“Yes.”
The king took two strides before he was next to me, taking a seat on the couch.
“Hold out your arm”
“Will it hurt?”
“Is this your first time?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“Yes.”
“It’ll only feel like a pinch, and once my teeth are in your wrist, the pain will go away.
I nodded as I handed him my wrist. His hands were chilly, but it wasn’t bothersome.
I watched as he brought my wrist to his mouth and exposed his fangs. When his teeth punctured my wrist, I let out a small hiss. The pain lasted for a second before I started feeling a warmth spread across my body and before I could stop it; I let out a moan. No one told me the feeding process was erotic. I quickly wanted more and fought back the urge to touch him or ask for him to touch me.
He lifted his eyes and made eye contact with me while he finished the last bit of his feeding. We continued to stare at each other while he licked my wrist and laid a gentle kiss on the puncture wounds he made.
I sat in silence, watching him wiping off his mouth and putting his coat back on before leaving. The feeding was so quick; it was almost like it didn’t happen. If I didn’t have the marks on my wrist or the tingles throughout my body to prove it happened, I would believe I made it up.
It disappointed me when everyone left the room and I suddenly felt alone and used. I knew this was going to happen, but I didn’t expect to feel this way. I thought I could sit here and walk away, but right now, all I want is for him to come back.
