The Vampire's Intern
“You brought me a pet?”
I wanted to stumble back as she approached, but it was like my feet were glued in place. Her nails were sharp, deep burgundy against her pale skin as she dragged them over my neck.
“Oh such a pretty neck too. Pale and delicate.” She moved fluid grace until she stood behind me, cupping my jaw. “Is she a gift for me, Bastian? You know how I love to play with my food, she looks absolutely stunning in red.”
“Mr. Vale,” I gasped, fear clawing through my drunken haze. “What’s going on?”