The Cold-Hearted Vampire and the Slave

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try and make out my surroundings. There was only tile, not the dry dirt and rocks from camp. I leaned my back against the wall and tried thinking of what I was doing before blacking out. All

was decorated with large white pillars and paintings. There were statues and carvings all around. The more I saw of this place, the more my mind began to recall. I remember the child

in get lighter. She washed my hair with scented oils. When I was clean she held up a towel, which I dried myself with. She began to brush my hair and handed me a white robe. The servant then left me alone, to get other slaves. I just stood there. The water I ha

s for me. I'm a slave. My purpose in life was to work and serve my masters in any way I can, even if it means to be nourishment for them. I just wish I could say goodbye to Synthai and Anko. After all, they are the closest thing to family that I have. My heart sank, as the thought of never seeing them again came to mind. Tears began to form in my eyes. When was t

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me, her body was on the floor bowing. Her scent began filling the air. My throat became dry. Ignoring the feeling of thirst, I decided to get closer to her. With every step, I took the scent of blossoms and blood got st

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, not the kind of burning from fire or the sun. She looked up at me, and our eyes locked. The more I looked at her, the more my instincts were telling me to bite her, to taste her. I could hear her heartbeat so clearly

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is way with any human. Even Alex said he almost sucked Aana dry after we came back, and he didn't even touch this girl nor was he this close. I let go of her face, and she bowed her head once mor

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ut my hand on her back. The blood was fresh and warm, the smell of it was making my instincts really hard to contro

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idn't want to smell more of what I craved. As hard as it was for m

oing to that child?" She hesita

to me by her sister, and she asked m

were any signs of lies, but sh

s injuries? I asked. Once more she hesit

since I was a child, I don't know how I do it, i

hat you're bleeding, can't

I tried so hard not to give in to my thirst. Being in the same room with her was so unbearable. At this point, I co

from my face, and the scent was so strong. I brought my hand up to my mouth and ran my tongue over the blood. As soon as I had one lick, my thirst was quenched, and my instincts calmed quickly. It was as if I had just drunk gallons and gallons of freshwater. Enjoying the relief of thirst, I began to clean my hand more. The blood tasted like the finest wine mixed with cherries. It was so warm, even though it was out of its owner's body. Before I knew it, my hand had b

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