The Vampire King's Feeder
“Because you’re a vampire, darling.”
I feel something like… frustration bubbling through my veins. I take another swallow of the blood–which is very nice, honestly. Mellow, and sweet–then cross my legs and my arms, and frown against my better judgement. “Just because I’m a vampire, that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of feeling things like–like love, and possession, and pride.”
“Oh, you vampires do feel pride, I know that for a fact,” she teases, but I’m still simmering.