Vampire's Pet
Hundreds of Vampires sat around this large wooden table, plates piled high with amazing smelling food.
It only made me hungrier.
Each plate had something different on it, probably to match each vampire's specific cravings. I felt bad for the slaves that had to prepare all of this three times a day, not to mention filling all of their glasses with blood.
Master's looked especially delicious, steak with a side of garlic mashed potatoes, and a big, red apple.
I remembered that I used to love when my mother would make mashed potatoes and the apples that she picked from our tree before we ran from the city.