Rank #28 in Vampire 04.05.17 -------
Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?"
"Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with you...
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"Blood type O positive. Donor number XZ-09-2024."
The Master of the Vitalis House tapped a finger in his right temple as the butler servant recited.
Sitting in his throne-like chair fronting the grand hall never had been this painful. Parched, very hungry, and almost at his limit, he waited for his servant to finish. The wine flute that contained the delicious crimson liquid was just within his reach.
Just. Within. His. Reach.
Yet he didn't move a muscle and just waited for the servant to hand it to him.
"Milord, this is the blood that you have been waiting for," the butler noted, lifting the silver tray nearer.
Amidst seeing nothing other than entire darkness in his front, a small smile grew on his lips.
"At last," came his reply and with ease, he straightened in his seat and managed to take out the flute from the tray without tumbling it down.
The cold contact of the glass against his warm fingers was a great welcome. It reminded him of the feeling he had in a similar wintry season last year when he held the same container with the same blood flowing with life.
As much as he wanted to drink such precious liquid every day, he couldn't as the supposed donor opt a yearly donation only, in a blood bank where his butler gets to purchase it. He doesn't even know whether the donor, who stayed in the opposite side of the world, was a male or a female, but as if that mattered to him.
He smelt it first, tipping the rim of the glass close to his nostrils and instantaneously caught the faint smell of the jasmine leaves mixed inside.
Ahh, what an aroma, his mind confessed and right then and there, ghosted another smile.
He, of all the living and nonliving beings under his wing, was the only one who preferred to have his meal like this - in a wine flute and mixed with jasmine leaves. Atypical for a dark creature like him, yes, but this was the only leisure that he ever preferred since he disliked feeding directly from the humans.
