Angel Vicky

~Bonsoir~

Victoria watched the suspicious door to the unmarked building for the unusual activity she had spotted earlier and waited for a what seemed like hours. Until she spotted one person she recognised. The man who attacked Vail and hit her with his gun. The Saint. She narrowed her eyes as she saw him go inside. What business would a Saint have going in there? She crept over and watched him descend the stairs under the building to a basement door. She peeked over the railing above and saw him knock a peculiar knocking pattern, it was almost Morse code. Which her father had taught her. She listened carefully to the knock and she watched the door open, the Saint slipped in and the door shut behind her and the sound of a bolt slid across the frame followed suit.

The Lady frowned as she may have stumbled onto something. She straightened her jacket and held her head high. Time to be the best damn actress London had ever seen. She had the flair for the performance arts, singing and dancing at her parties and acting when it came to the theatrics of those performances. Or at least try to pass for someone who belonged in there. With a purse full of coin inside her riding boot and dagger concealed in the other, she strode down the steps taking in a deep breath. She wondered what she had stumbled upon. Was it The Order’s HQ? It couldn’t be, this building was way too small. She proceeded toward the doorway, she felt her heart thump in her throat. She raised her hand and commenced the knock she had heard the Saint make. The door opened to her and she stepped inside. She found herself in a store like environment. Black arms dealers. Bingo!

The person who operated the door didn’t give her a sideways glance, they believed she belonged here. That was one obstacle down. She glanced the room, it was filled with shady looking people, ruffians and scoundrels. She spotted the Saint across the room and immediately turned around to keep her face hidden from him. She perused the arms on the tables. Nothing was price marked, she overheard bartering and haggling from the various punters. She then laid her eyes on a very ornate silver pistol. She gasped at its beauty and hovered her fingers over it. The man selling the weapon noticed her eyeing it up. “She’s a bute ain’t she?” He asked her as she looked up at the brown eyed, grey haired male. She nodded. “Very.”

“What’re you after?” He asked with folded arms. “Um…I was after a pistol and a large amount of silver bullets…”

The room went quiet, she looked around sheepishly. “Ah. Vampire Hunter eh?” The man assumed, in a way she could class herself as that because she was going to hunt Spencer. So, she nodded at him. “Well I’d recommend this one.” He held up a Flintlock. “Powerful recoil. Good blast right to the heart. Boom.” He pointed it at her chest and pretended to pull the trigger. She nodded carefully. He could tell she knew nothing about guns. “How much?”

“One hundred pounds for the gun. Two hundred for a case of silver bullets to go with it.” She pondered, “Alright…” She shrugged and as she was to pay the man, she felt a hand on her shoulder and force her to spin around. She almost yelped but the man was pushing her away from the merchant. She wriggled from out of his grasp and turned to punch him but as she got a good luck at his face, she gasped. “You!” She pointed in annoyance at the Saint.

“You clearly don’t know what you’re doing. He was about to rip you off with the shittiest gun against a vampire. You wouldn’t last two seconds.” The Saint declared and folded his arms as he looked at the Lady with disappointment. “Your father would be turning in his grave.” He said as Victoria slapped him suddenly. “Don’t you DARE talk about my father!”

The Saint sighed and rubbed his cheek. “Guess I deserve that…vampire sympathiser…” He growled. She pouted as she turned away from him. The Saint followed her back to the merchant. Before she could open her mouth, the Saint stepped in. “Give her the Ruger Blackhawk 45 Long Colt and don’t fleece the Lady this time, Paul.” The Saint dictated to the merchant, who nodded and began to box up the gun and a case of bullets. Victoria blinked at the Saint who had just aided her. She looked puzzled as to why he had helped her. As he turned to walk away, she grabbed his elbow. “Wait. You knew my father?”

“I know of Lord Crest, I never really met him though.” He revealed. Victoria looked more disappointed than ever. “Oh...I see…well thanks for the help anyway Sir…” She let him go and turned to pick up her boxes, which she paid £150 for. They were quite heavy, but she managed to pick them up and walked to the door. The doorman opened it for her, she turned back to ask him name, but he was suddenly gone. Whoever he was, she knew it wasn’t Gerald. But perhaps he knew him. She had a feeling she would bump into him again at some point in the future.

Upon ascending the stairs, carrying her boxes of ammo she headed for home with a sigh. There was a slight nip in the air to which whisked her breath away. In a way she had been fruitful, but she was no closer to finding the truth. But with a pistol and silver bullets within her grasp, she could fight back at Spencer. If she could get a confession out of him then it would at least be a start.

~Bonsoir~

The Lady bade Vail a farewell somewhat solemnly as he turned away, her gaze would linger on him before he completely disappeared into the darkness. She sighed and ventured inside the gateway to her estate. Upon entering the dark house, one lone candle remained on for her return. She picked it up and took it with her to the bathroom where she commenced the clean up of her puncture wounds. Some of the blood had already clotted up the holes. But she had to clean the blood off her neck and hands before going to sleep. It would be a few days before she could go back out with fresh puncture wounds that may attract unwanted attention.Thus she would spend the next few days in the house training with her French rapier. She enlisted the best instructor in the city to come to her estate and train her rigorously in the last six months since her father died. Without him to train her, she couldn’t allow herself to lapse. She took matters into her own hands. She managed the estate’s affairs and controlled the money net in and out flow best she could.

Whenever she wasn’t fencing, she was out horse-riding in the grounds with targets she had tied up to the trees. And although she had the crossbow and few silver bolts, what she really desired was a gun with silver bullets. Obtaining such an item would be difficult for the Lady to purchase without raising suspicion and drawing attention to herself. A normal gun mayhap with normal bullets. But that would do no good. So, for now she had to settle for the crossbow. As she rode through the forested grounds a kilometre from the main house. She rode past the summer house and took a shot at a swinging target in the wind and rain. The bolt hit the third ring. She cursed at her poor attempt as she lined up for the next target high up in the treeline. Further away but she managed to hit the second ring. Perhaps her strength lay in a longer distance shot.

Finally, she rode past a target and leaned sideways over the horse to shot back over her shoulder at the target. It completely missed this time. She cursed again as she clicked her heel for the horse to gallop harder back to the house. “Again.” She went three or four times before giving Shadow a break. She hopped down just outside the stable and walked him back to his stall where she gave him water and a feedback hooked over his nose. “Enjoy it, you’ve earned it boy.” She nodded at the stallion before sighing. “Now to get a wolf…” She couldn’t possibly fight alone. Although she would try, it was so easy for that vampire to disarm her the other night, an ally would surely help with distraction. If she hoped to attack Spencer before their wedding, she needed to get better and fast.

The Market

With her wounds fully healed over and still adorning a high-necked shirt with frilly collar under her black leather jacket, she ventured out to the market to obtain her father’s red jacket tailored to her own size. And then she would finally start to walk in his shoes. As she retrieved the tailored red velvet jacket with golden buttons, she gasped with awe when she put it on and looking in the mirror.

“It suits Madam perfectly.”

“It most certainly does…and its Ms, thanks.” She told him with a small smile as she noticed the jacket stopped just shy of her curved plump rear. How it accented her hips and buttocks, she astounded herself. She’d certainly catch the attention of the male vampires without even needing to smell her blood. The more fuss she kicked up each night looking for Gerald, the more the Order would notice her and hopefully draw them out. She needed to know what happened to her father and she wasn’t giving up. Not whilst she drew breath into her lungs. She wandered the market stalls before turning down a shadowed alleyway. She was on the lookout for a shady black-market dealer that would sell her the right gun and silver bullets. She kept her ears to the ground and her eyes peeled for shifty movements. Eventually she would spot a pattern of comers and goers from an unmarked building basement. Boxes were loaded and unloaded. She could smell the faint aroma of gun powder when she neared the building. She would walk past a few times up and down. Some of the commoner’s wolf whistled the Lady as she passed them by. She had no time to even give them a glare as she was too caught up in her own investigations.

~Bonsoir~

Some say the Lady Crest may be a glutton for punishment. But she was just eager for adventure and excitement in her mundane life. And Vail was certainly an exciting man, he was like nobody she’d ever met. She positively gushed knowing he had enjoyed their conversation as well. Perhaps he was so repulsed by her after all. He did seem to enjoy her blood very much. Though she may not be a part of the Order, she planned to change that one day. Or if not at least if she came across any members trying to hunt or hurt the Hygraces, she would thwart them any way possible. Even throw their scent off by pretending to hunt them on behalf of her father and give them false leads. She was a smart enough woman to use information to her advantage and her own agenda. Which was to get in the Hygrace’s good books. They may be invaluable allies against her plight against the Wynters, even though she knew they would want to keep in hiding and probably not get tangled up in the looming Crest-Wynter war.

Victoria was told not to fuss over it, but she tilted her head with a sigh. Men were always stubborn when it came to injuries, they always wanted to prove tough and claim they could cope. “You were shot, Vail…you may be…what you are but he still could have killed you. Maybe you need to try and control that frenzy of yours. Spencer seems to keep his temper in check around me. That’s why I thought he was …a normal person.” She had no idea he was a vampire until Vail confirmed it. Yet the way he said she was only around to satisfy his thirst, she now knew what that meant, and a cold chill flooded down her spine.

When he apologised for being short with her, she shook her head as if to tell him not to worry about it. “It’s perfectly alright. I do not blame you for reacting that way. I deserved it. Sometimes I just don’t know when to keep quiet.” Her tongue had landed her in more hot water than a hot tea kettle. “Anyway. I’m glad I could help you in my own way. Even if it was painful.” Well it wasn’t THAT painful if she really thought about it, it was kind of a turn on if she had to admit it. But she couldn’t tell Vail anything of the sort as she knew he would probably run for the hills. Human women liking being bitten and their blood drank? It was unheard of. Yet here she was, looking her attacker in the eye. Or perhaps she had simply accepted she was prey and the only way to survive was to play possum.

“Well… I should go in. Goodnight, My Lord.” She curtseyed him politely as a proper Lady would. Even though she was rough around the edges outside of the social conventions, she still knew how to act like a Lady with an air of grace about her with a refined voice and gestures. It was merely the surface that she showed to those who she didn’t allow to get any closer. Only Vail had seen the true Victoria beneath the façade. “I do hope to see you under better circumstances next time.” She smirked mischievously at the vampire. It wasn’t that she was expecting another encounter however, she hoped it wasn’t in the middle of the night being his prey again or having to stop him killing a human. Yet something deep inside of her secretly wanted him to want her an only her blood.

~Bonsoir~

Victoria frowned. “So…he IS a Wynter….I knew it…” He fears had been confirmed. Vail knew exactly who Spencer was. In fact, Vail knew a lot more than she did. He would be a valuable font of information she sorely needed. Thus it would be vitally important to make allies of the Hygraces and perhaps an ally of Vail himself. With the promise of her blood as a reward if she had to.

He asked her if her father knew about Spencer. She shook her head. “No. Father would never choose a Wynter for me. Truthfully, my father didn’t choose him. My mother did. And if he is a vampire, then he could easily sway a human woman such as her. I suppose that’s how he weaselled his way in. Upon thinking it further...it wouldn’t surprise me if he had something to do with my father’s death.” She gave the most long drawn out sigh as they approached the Crest’s manor gate. She turned to Vail to bid him a farewell and to give her gratitude of walking her back to her home. Perhaps he did have a good heart deep down beneath that cool exterior. But at least now she understood why he had to be so distant to humans. And the fact he had no vampiric partner suggested that perhaps the vampires were a little on the thin side of the population.

“Well, having this chance to converse more with you has been quite pleasurable, Lord Griffiths.” She gave him a small wink using his fake last name he gave her. Plus, if any Saints were around, they wouldn’t hear the Hygrace name being thrown around so casually. “It must be lonely for you though…living all that time…away from people. “ She felt pity for him in that regard whereas he pitied her situation with the Wynters. Maybe that was why he went to the party. No wonder he was so brilliant at dancing, he had plenty of time to practice.

“I have no idea what the Wynters are up to. But I will find out.” She opened the metal gate quietly to not alert her mother indoors to strange activity outside. She turned to go inside her estate when she stopped. “Although…” She turned back to face Vail. “My father did uphold his end of the bargain with your family….I do plan to honour the same truce between our families in his stead.” She revealed her promise would continue between the Crests and Hygraces at least. It was her way of showing gratitude to them for not killing humans. She knew their predator instincts were a natural part of life. At least they showed regard for preserving the human race.

There was a hint of longing in her eyes as she gazed at him. She looked lost, curious, with a desire to learn everything about this supernatural world and yearned for more in this miserable life that she was subjected to as a future Wynter, through no choice of her own. Although she was Vail’s prey, and he had fed on her sweet nectar, she still regarded him in a positive light. Maybe even an ally with a common enemy. Perhaps it was that lingering feeling that he was so intoxicatingly close to her just minutes earlier. She had never felt such exhilaration from a vampire’s pheromones before. She had no idea when she’d run into Vail again, so she’d make this moment count.

“Vail…I-…I’m sorry for yesterday in the tavern. I was angry and I let my emotions rule me that night.” Obviously, she meant giving his name away that caused the Saint to attack. “How is your shoulder?” She asked, knowing he was injured there. This was also curiosity asking as she didn’t know how fast vampires healed or anything much about their physiology.

~Bonsoir~

It had not escaped Victoria’s attention that Vail had rolled his shoulders where he was shot. She wondered how long it took for a vampire to heal. So many questions, so little time to fit in a short walk. However, he did seem to have a more energetic look about him. She limped slightly from the pain in her grazed knees. She was glad he was walking her home. She was fortunate this night. She knew this was reckless and dangerous but having no prospective future that entailed freedom, she didn’t have that much to lose if she did die. At least she could say she died trying to find her father’s murderer.

Vail seemed to struggle with the maths, which indicated that he hadn’t thought about his age for a while. Though she wasn’t exactly expecting two hundred and eleven.

“Two hundred and eleven?!” She gasped quietly in shock. “You don’t look any older than twenty…” She was gobsmacked. How was it even possible to live that long. She surmised that if had no partner, it must be a very lonely existence for him. No wonder he shut people out, maybe he didn’t want to let anyone too close to his heart. If he had lived two hundred years, he must have had some stories. “Wow…you must have seen a lot in your time.” She blinked in disbelief still unable to comprehend that he lived through the entire century of seventeen hundred to eighteen hundred. He had seen humanity progress in vast amounts. Through the renaissance and into the Victorian era. He had seen England and Scotland unite in 1707. He had heard the news that Sir Edmund Halley proved the periodic return of comets in 1759. He had seen Watt's steam engine and Arkright's spinning mill invented in 1769. He had been around when all these amazing things happened in human historic milestones. She was somewhat envious of the longevity a vampire had. Perhaps that Saint was correct in saying she was a vampire sympathiser. This was rare in humans and thought as blasphemous. Her name would soon be dragged through the mud.

She knew she would regret saying he could ask her any question. As soon as he mentioned her betrothed, she instantly froze. That word left a bitter taste on her mouth. To her, he was no such thing. “Please don’t call him that……and..…he is nothing but a bully.” She was honest and she didn’t seem pleased to even talk about him. “I don’t like him at all.” She told Vail outright with a sigh. “He’s arrogant, presumptuous and thinks that women can’t do anything for themselves.” She almost growled talking about him. “But something tells me you already know what he’s like. You two had that altercation at the party.” Lady Victoria was always the observant one. One had to be in this day around nobility, never knew when you would feel a dagger in your back. She didn’t want to bore him with any more details regarding her arranged marriage about how he was making threats and clearly just after her family’s estate for himself. This was her problem and hers alone to deal with. Nobody was obligated to help her out and nor did she expect anyone to. Though it would be nice to actually have a friend who cared for once. That wasn’t likely.

~Bonsoir~

Just a quick update on the Character Page. I have added 3 more NPCs that may be involved with the story. Ray Pierce is the one who attacked Vail and Victoria stopped. And I added a clan leader for the Wynters we can use.

~Bonsoir~

Victoria nearly jumped as Vail jogged to her side and said he would walk her home. This was most unexpected of him. He didn’t seem to care at all earlier, yet he did now. Perhaps a part of her words got through to him in the end. She kept quiet for a few moments but then glanced at him. “Thank you..” She reluctantly replied sheepishly. She didn’t feel like he deserved it having just fed on her and nearly leaving her to the wolves, but he seemed to dislike ungratefulness as much as she did. They had something in common there. So, she would at least make him feel that his gesture was in fact appreciated by the stubborn Lady. But there was no way she was apologising for her attitude, the only thing she felt bad for was outing him in public that maybe attracted that Saint to the vampire in the first place. But she had corrected that problem by stopping the Saint from killing him. And she would do so again and again. For her father’s bargain with the Hygraces. She was nothing by honourable and loyal to her father’s cause. Even if she had to go it alone.

It wasn’t a long walk back to her manor yet in complete awkward silences, it would feel like hours. She decided to strike up some light-hearted conversation to lessen the tension between them. “So…how old are you? If you don’t mind my asking. But I have never met a talkative vampire before...” This was evident that she didn’t really know if Spencer was a vampire or not. Talkative was an overstatement on Vail’s part, as she noticed he was a man of very few words. Therefore, she knew he would only say things if they were worth saying. That way, she knew he was a genuine person beneath that colder exterior. One who wasn’t two faced or fake much like the other nobles. And also by talkative she meant a vampire that wasn’t trying to rip her throat out in a frenzy.

She wondered what the rest of the Hygraces were like too. He mentioned his father, he must be quite a powerful vampire as head of a clan. He didn’t say his father’s name at the ball, yet she presumed it must have been Peter since he mentioned their fathers met once or twice. Alex had mentioned Peter a few times, having discussed their truce. She wondered if Vail’s life was lonely since he wasn’t seen with anyone at her party and was out two nights in a row by himself, signified he didn’t have a long lie mate. Or whatever the vampire couples referred to themselves as. Did they even hunt together like a pack of wolves or were they solitary hunters like a cat?

“I noticed you don’t bring anyone out with you…is it just you - no wife or children?” She realised it was an incredibly personal question to ask and immediately apologised. “My apologies that was too forward of me. I’m…just eager to learn everything about the world my father lived in.” She sighed, knowing that as much as she read everything it wasn’t the same as hearing someone’s experiences or actually living in that world for herself. This may give Vail a clue to why she was out here each night by herself. She was trying to learn to be like her father. However futile, she didn’t give up even knowing how unskilled and unready she was. Even knowing her blood was a prime target, she showed courage. If only she had that courage to get rid of Spencer without it backlashing against her mother. He pretty much had her to ransom. How he said she might not have a lot of time left with her mother, the way he said it, chilled her to the core. She was trapped. And only the Hygrace family may be able to help stop the encroaching Wynters upon the Crests. Alex was gone and it fell to Victoria to defend the family alone.

Although she knew he may not take her up on the offer being she was a Crest, however she offered information anyway. “Feel free to ask me anything you want.” She had nothing to really hide from Vail. He knew as much as everyone else in town did and more. Engaged to a wealthy weapons dealer who happened to be a Wynter. The match was a little too convenient after Alex’s death. Victoria had an inkling Spencer may have had something to do with it in order to get to her family’s wealth. Then again as Vail kept telling himself, it was ‘none of his concern’….

~Bonsoir~

Victoria stared at Vail. She almost scoffed at him. Could he blame her for having this attitude? She was in grief over her father, all the suspects were Vampires right now. How could she trust any of them? How could she trust anyone right now? She was alone in her endeavour. “What do you mean…someone like me?” She slowly walked up to Vail and almost pushed her torso into his as she looked up into his eyes, squaring up to him. “You know nothing about me. I don’t expect anything from you. It’s what my father wrote in his journals.” Her eyes welled up speaking about him. “He kept the Order away from you and your family. And what does he get for his efforts? An early death…” She sniffled and stepped back from Vail. She’d learned Alex had donated his blood to the Hygrace for their starving refugees, his blood recovered much more quickly thanks to the rare blood condition of enriched iron. This saved the vampires from risking everything to go out and hunt. It also meant fewer human deaths. Whether Lord Peter knew this, Victoria wasn’t so sure.

“He thought he could trust you to keep up your end of the bargain. Now he’s dead! And there is no way for you to hide from the Order or the Wynters anymore. Look how easily that Saint tracked you last night.” She reminded him of the Saint that followed them both the previous night. A Wynter had given him away, fed the Lady lies to sow distrust in Vails family name, and about to envelope the Crest estate, grow even more powerful and gain further riches and resources in their plans to move against the Hygrace clan. Victoria was their only eyes and ears to the grounds of both the Order if they approached her and to the Wynters because of Spencer, whom Vail knew was a Wynter.

“So please do tell me how I am fortunate?! How I should be grateful for anything that this shitty life hands me? That I am alone, and I cannot trust one single person in this god damn city because any one of them took my father from me...you’re the one who should be grateful…that you still have your father.” How could he possibly understand what it was like to lose a parent. He didn’t understand the extent of her grief, the pain, the constant aching in her heart, the emptiness. “Well Sir thank you so much for killing me…” She took a few steps backward with eyes glazed over. Gone was her bravado, only the vulnerable girl beneath – raw and passionate, yet so fragile like glass. “At least I got to dance with the best dancer in London before I die...” There was no need to spit anymore venom his way. She turned on her heel, holding her neck but she was bleeding so easily, it started to trickle through her fingers. She had to get home fast and bandage it up. This would certainly hinder her mission to locate the Order and find Alex’s killer as it would take time for this injury to heal. Whoever killed him, needed to face justice.

~Bonsoir~

Victoria was indeed so scared her lips quivered. As he told her to relax, the grip her fingers had on his jacket loosened. She didn’t know why but she felt like she could trust him for some reason. Like a gut instinct. She shuddered as his tongue swept across her neck, it even felt tingly to the touch. At least was privy to this pleasurable sensation before the pain of his fangs sinking into her flesh ensued. Though it didn’t last long, her heart was pumped her blood so fast that it wasn’t any trouble flowing out of the puncture wounds. She felt the pressure release from her neck and she then felt a cold wet trickle running down to her collarbone and the flicks of his tongue in drinking the liquid.

Victoria felt his hands loosened from his grip. She turned her head to view Vail lapping up the last of her nectar as if enjoying a good wine. As he got up to just leave her there without any care about what state he left his victim in, this aggravated her. “So, you’re just going to leave me out here on the cold, dark streets for any other predator to prey on?” She held her gloved hand to her neck and help pressure on it so it wouldn’t bleed out. She used the other hand to push herself off the floor. “That’s as good as leaving me for dead. So why not just carry on and kill me? Or are you too much of a coward to do it yourself?” She sighed as she picked up her crossbow and tucked it into the back of her trousers.

“I don’t know why I even bothered to stop that Saint from killing you last night. Perhaps my father was wrong about your family being honourable and compassionate…” Victoria muttered as she picked up her dagger next and kept it out to defend herself from any other opportunists. Maybe next time she should just let him kill Vail. She had saved his life and he didn’t have the decency to even thank her for it. Were all vampires this arrogant and obnoxious? It felt like any good deed she did was only met with contempt by God. Here she was, trying to uphold her father’s values, honour the truce between the Crests and Hygrace families and make sense of this dog eat dog world. Feeling so disheartened, she felt like not helping anyone else and only focus on her own mission from now on.

The scent of her blood lingered strongly in the air and would certainly attract more vampires than she could outrun.

~Bonsoir~

Victoria heard footsteps quickly approach around the corner. A fist flew past her and impacted the Godding Vampire s that he dropped the lady on the ground with a yelp. She began to crawl away from the scrapping vamps, but she just had to glance back to see who it was that came to her rescue. It was none other than Lord Vail Hygrace. She gasped somewhat and turned from her hands and knees about to get up. He watched him watch the vampire scarper but before she could get to her feet and run from him or grab a weapon strewn on the ground, he was soon upon her like the predator he was.

She could see his primal instincts in his eyes as he pinned her down. Her eyes stared up into his with somewhat terror glinting behind hers. But that voice of his, his close proximity to her ear, feeling his hot breath against her neck. She froze but she didn’t feel scared anymore. She could feel her heart almost burst from her chest. His pheromones relaxed her that she couldn’t fight back against the restraint. She knew he was only after her sweet nectar but somewhere deep down, the fact he had her pinned and wanted to take her blood, made her weak at the knee. His desire for her life essence was if he wanted her in a primal way between a male and female. The fact she’d never been this close to a man, made her feel excited. She didn’t want to get away from him anymore, she wanted to know what it would be like to have his teeth sink into her, though she’d knew it would hurt. She knew his tongue would soon be on her neck, which would drive her mad.

Victoria knew the Hygrace heir wouldn’t kill her or bleed her fully dry, she knew at least if he claimed her as his prey, he wouldn’t let any other vampire prey on her. In a way he would guard her to be his. At least for this evening. She did tease him the night before with her cut finger. He did save her from the other vampire killing her. She guessed he deserved his reward and so…she turned her head to expose her neck fully to him as if submitting to his will. All his and ripe for the taking. She trembled waiting for the pain as her voice shakily whimpered “Be gentle….” She managed to plead to the Lord. Once he would have a taste it would be like nothing he’d ever taste before. The enriched blood would sustain him for far longer than any other person’s blood. He’d only need a small amount to feel invigorated enough to feel full.