The Night Feeder Novels & Stories

"You bought twelve parenting books?" "And a subscription to three different parenting magazines. Also, I hired a night nurse for the first few weeks, but then I realized you might want to do the feeding yourself, so I called and cancelled, but I kept the number in case you change your mind." "You hired a night nurse?" "And then unhired her. The point is, I'm trying to think ahead. To be prepared." Emma made a tiny sound that could generously be called a coo, and Damien's face lit up like she'd just delivered a speech.

I’m too lost in my own childhood fear to care if she is baiting me or trying to calm me. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll do it. Where is the coop?” I ask, looking around. “It’s behind Freddie’s tent. You know, a bird to monitor the birds.” “Freddie is a hawk shifter.” I frown at her. “Hawks eat chickens…” “Huh, well, so do all of us,” she smirks and walks off.

Fortunately, they are not that intelligent to think about that. "I'll go to sleep," Delorah said after her hair was dried. "I'll tuck you in, young lady," Pauline answered and she put Delorah to sleep. While they are asleep, the moon is slowly eaten by a back entity in the sky. The nightfall, the bright night is slowly darkening to pitch black. Only the light from the fences is lighting the pitch-black night right now. In the middle of the night, Delorah was awakened by a strange breathiness and her chest hurts like her heart was ripped into pieces.

There to feed the vampires, who would go with Adriana and herself while they were away from the palace. The feeders also maintained positions on the staff and weren’t just dead weight. They would act as clerks, messengers, maids, and more. As they were human, they could do chores and jobs during the day as well for the ambassador and her staff. I frowned at the idea that the feeder class down up was not the truth. Although, there were some that did. They weren’t abused as many fictional stories told. “Alright, sir. I apologize. I failed to get your name. My only excuse is it’s been one night I wish to forget for a very long time.”

The female looked pregnant too on top of all of the rest. Pharos, Vladimir, and Francesca who had all helped out with the other feeding room infiltrations were also with us. That meant that twenty-four feeders could be purchased by us and nine by the vampires. It was not everyone, but at least it was better than nothing. The bidding for the baby started at $5,000, which Ziyah took. It went back and forth until she won at $20,000.

Maya sat still for a long time. “You want me,” she said. “Yes.” “One night.” “One night,” Adrian said. “After that, the debt is gone.” Maya looked at the city behind the glass. Her hands were cold. She thought of her father coughing. She thought of her mother crying. She thought of the three days. “I need time to think.” “You have until tonight,” Adrian said. “If you agree, you will receive a message.”

“Your room is huge. And it’s so nice! Way nicer than mine. You’re lucky. I mean—well, as befitting of Sire’s feeder, of course.” I frowned. “Wait. Feeder?” She flopped onto the edge of my bed like it was hers. “Mm-hm. That’s what we are. Feeders. We stay close to our masters so they can drink from us whenever they need to. That’s why your room connects to his.” “You’re a human?” “Of course,” Hannah said with a little laugh, as if the answer were obvious. “What else would I be? They don’t exactly let vampires feed on each other, you know.”

Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways.

“I got nervous after you gave me the one for the scrappers and whipped up a batch of the generic kind. If we all throw it at her at the same time, it might work.” “It will work,” Tabatha presses. “Now let’s go.” We pick our way through the woods, and once we get to my backyard, I mentally call for Freya and Pandora. They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag.

The two queen beds looked tired and well-used, the wall art only slightly better than the classic 'Velvet Elvis', while the TV looked like something out of the Smithsonian. "Well, we might as well get comfortable. It looks like we're going to be here for the night," Spencer said, handing out the sandwiches and drinks. The two women sat on the beds and curled their legs under them as they sampled the wrapped sandwiches. "Mine's pretty good. This looks homemade," Peri said, eagerly taking a second bite. "What about yours, Mom?" "Yes, this is so much better than I expected. These definitely aren't from a vending machine." She looked up at Spencer questioningly.