Novel & Cerita Vampire Feeder

“I fed early tonight. It threw me off.” She looked at him. “Explain it to me,” she said. He looked at her. “Feeding,” she added. “Like, how does it work? Do you…kill people?” “No, never,” he said. The room fell quiet as he collected his thoughts. “Like everything in the vampire race, it’s complicated,” he said. “It depends on the type of vampire you are, and the coven you belong to. In my case, I only feed on animals. Deer, mostly. They are overpopulated, anyway, and humans hunt them, too—and not even to eat.”

There was only one creature who could suck and drain blood directly from its victim. "That was a vampire."

I need to understand what makes her happy and what makes her upset first, and most of the things I listed aren't even here. "Thank you," she replied, not meeting my gaze. I wanted to tell her that if she wants to say something, she should look into my eyes, but not now. She left, and I dressed and went hunting while Bryan and Eva accompanied Astrid. I sat under a tree for a while longer until I spotted a deer. I snooped on it, hunted it down, and drank its blood until I was satisfied. Though vampires may subsist on human food, blood is our primary source of sustenance. Every other vampire uses people as their blood bag, but I don't like it. Even though I can stop myself from draining their b

I mean, what were the chances of a blood-obsessed monster from myths being alive in the shifter realm? "The vampires are a…stubborn species; their favorite meal to drink is werewolf blood, since our scent is most times alluring. Compared to us, the vampires capture their victims by their beauty, while we by scents and natural ability as predators," he explains. "I mean, it had to be true since I could not get enough of your…" Myra pauses when a blush of mortification forms on her skin before she clears her throat. "Please continue what you were saying..." she curses seeing the amusement in his gaze.

That was a matter that he would soon eradicate as soon as he returned to the Palace. In as much as vampires were volatile beings, they enjoyed living in routine. Vampires did not do well with change. Perhaps that could be blamed on their fate to live so long on earth that they loathed the world’s continual transitioning. So, in their basic day to day living they attempted to stick to a certain pattern. Many tried to stick to one feeder, almost like a relationship because feeding was an intimate act that involved both parties. However, it was much more complex than a normal human relationship because feeders were aware of vampires’ long wait for their beloveds and mates.

Sure they procreate, but it’s meaningless. Wolves were enemies to vampires and it’s stayed that way for years. He hated the grip this little wolf had on him but he needed to get her to safety. What he did..is unforgivable. He drank from her. She was so sweet and supple but almost taking her life crossed the line. His crimson eyes glanced down at her softened face. He was able to take in her symmetrical features much better than before. Her chest rose and fell slowly with each breath she took but her pulse remained faint. He needed to get her back to her home. They can help her there.

Narrator" Emphatic or Elemental Vampire - This type of vampire can feed on the emotion of people around them, most often positive energies such as happiness and love, but also from negative energies such as anger and fear. The empathic vampires simply feed on the currently present emotions that are present around them.

“Are you sure you don’t need to see a healer? I could summon one. Though it would take time for one to get here.” “No, there’s no need. It would be a waste of the healer’s time. I just need some rest.” Then Ana couldn’t speak after that, as her fangs descended and sank into Heidi’s wrist. It was such a unique experience for Ana from tasting George to that of Heidi. She could see why now that some vampires would become obsessed with feeding off of another. It was such a personal act normally, but added to the transference of the emotions. Those emotions were like a hint of oak in a fine wine. Ana knew those addictions could latch onto a specific emotion the person they feed from is feeling. T