The Vampire's Intern
When I opened my eyes, I found I was not alone.
“Hello Sebastien.” The woman perched on my desk purred, leaning forward enough that her cleavage practically hung out of her low-cut dress, “Am I interrupting anything?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, taking in the unusual pinkness in her usually pale pallor. “You seem well fed, Sienna.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, smiling wide. Her teeth were stained red.
“There is nothing more refreshing than the warm lifeblood of a human. Feeling their pulse beat beneath you as they’re reduced to nothing but food?” she shuddered, “It’s simply addictive.”