Chapter 3: Desire

---------------------------------Vlad's POV-----------------------------------------------

She deserved worse, but I was really thirsty. Taking out my anger and need on her, I sank my fangs into her soft neck. Sweet, sweet blood-oh how I've missed you! Ever since I'd neared my room, her pounding veins had been torturing me. They'd called and called to my burning fangs, tempting them with delicious desire.

Her blood filed me with wonderful life and relief, making me unnaturally feel warmer inside. I shuddered; I utterly despised warmth... Well, unless it was blood. Warm blood was the sweetest concoction ever. I drank slowly, savoring the fresh fear she had swirling in her veins. It wasn't enough to really make me happier, but blood was blood after all and I needed it. Her scream vibrated every air particle in my room, but at least it was short lived. Finally.

Her body suddenly went slack against my own-she'd run out of air to scream with and feinted. Idiot.

I released her and ran my tongue over the puncture wounds so she didn't bleed to death or torture me too bad. Breathing evenly in front of me, her eyes were softly closed in mock slumber. Without thinking, my free hand reached up and allowed my fingertips to brush her face ever so softly.

Appalled, I snatched my hand back, released my hold on her red hair, and retreated from my slave. "Blood. I need better blood." I didn't recognize my own voice; it was husky-deep even. What the hell?! What was happening to me?! I screwed my face up and left my most recent purchase and snack lying there on the frigid, red carpeted ground.

After leaving my room, I found another slave and, because he was Victoria's, demanded that he found some clothes for my new slave while I went out to hunt.

"But, sir, you aren't allowed to feed off anyone else." he frowned, Damn my sister and her explanations of vampire and slave rules to her property!

"That's none of your concern"  I growled, towering over his thin frame.

He cowered and shook within my shadow. "Yes, my lord. Sorry to have questioned you."

"Good" I leaned back, "Now get those clothes for her." He nodded and scampered off in Man's pathetic run. I couldn't believe that was running to them, but they were just two legged animals nonetheless-a blood source, really. I'm going out. I mentally spoke to Father.

Vladimir you have a slave-drink from her! he snapped.

I did-she's defective. I need better blood.

Defective? Ho-?

Thanks. I mentally grinned, cutting off his question and our contact. Free now, I left the castle and raced off for some real blood.