Page 14 of Cinderella and Her Vampires (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 5)

All of our donor rooms were designed with a purpose. And that was for the comfort and benefit of the donors. Silas and I wanted to make them feel safe and secure while they were guests in our home. After all, the more relaxed they were, the easier it was to drink from them. Not only that, but the more relaxed they were also meant the better they healed, which made it easier for them to come back more frequently or even stay for longer periods of time. Though most of our donors stayed with us a couple of days at most, some have been long-term residents of the mansion.

We took care of them because they took care of us. And this was by far a better way to feed than the more barbaric ways of the hunt.

I was inside one of those rooms, with my favorite donor. Her blood was exquisite. She always satisfied me in ways no other had come close to in all my years. I called her Satin, though that wasn’t her real name. We never put ourselves on a first name basis with our donors. Instead, we gave them nick names.

Satin’s skin was smooth like fine, rich chocolate. Her eyes were hazel and shone brighter against her dark skin. Her blood was smooth and silky. Thus, the name of Satin.

Satin was also a long-term donor of mine.

I sat on the bed with her wrapped in my arms. She was like putty in my hands and ready to quench my thirst. I opened my mouth, my fangs pointed toward her skin, ready to pierce her delicate veins. I was just about to sink my teeth into her skin and enjoy a long drink of her blood when shouts from a furious woman echoed through the halls. The second the sound hit my ears, I groaned and pulled away from my favorite donor. She whimpered and shivered.

I let out a frustrated sigh. I was so close to my drink. I growled and glared at the door as the shouts continued to disrupt my peace.

“Don’t stop,” Satin said.

I settled my attention on her and smiled.

“To be continued, my darling” I said. “Duty calls.”

“Must you go?” she slurred her words, drunk from my presence. Her fingers brushed my arm, desperately trying to cling to me.

“Warm yourself up,” I said, tossing a blanket from the end of the little bed over her legs, and then headed for the door. “I’ll be back.”

She stared at me, all doe-eyed, and then nodded.

“Where is he?” the strange woman screamed. I believed those were the first set of words that came out clear. Of course, I wasn’t paying attention to the words being said before.

I turned my back toward Satin and then made my way toward the direction of the abrasive noise billowing through the normally quiet halls. Though I really didn’t believe I needed much to figure out what was going on. It was likely one of Brock’s blood donors getting loose again. He liked the rowdy ones. They also tended to be squirmy and slip out of the most secured locks the building had.

Humans were too smart for their own good. Especially the ones Brock chose. I think he had a sick, twisted sense of humor.

I listened to the words the woman shouted and deduced that not only was she not alone, but she was shouting at Brock, which also supported my theory that she was one of his donors.

“Stay away from me!” she shouted.

I barely detected the sound of Brock’s laughter. He loved it when humans threatened him.

“I will stake you if you keep pushing on stepping closer to me,” she added.

I snorted. It was no surprise Brock was up to his same means of operation. Pushing boundaries sounded exactly like something Brock would do. The woman didn’t sound like she was afraid of him though, which made me start doubting my initial theory of her being a donor.

That possibility intrigued me more than I cared to think about. It was one thing for Silas to get caught in the wonder of a human from time to time, but I had to keep my head clear. If I fell prey to the frivolous curiosities my kind was sometimes prone to, I wouldn’t be able to do my job. I wouldn’t be able to protect Silas or his son, never mind how much he grated on my nerves.

I continued to move through the halls, whisper silent as I followed the shouts that grew louder as I got closer. Brock’s voice became louder as well. He kept teasing the furious woman. She also kept warning him to stay back. It wouldn’t be long before they ended up hurting each other. Moreso the woman than Brock.

With that thought, I picked up the pace. I needed to hurry before things got out of hand. Soon enough, I came to the end of the hall, finding Brock, unsurprisingly, standing off with a human female. The last part came as a surprise to me. She was not a blood donor. I vet those myself and I would remember if I had ever seen a woman like her before.

Well… surprise wasn’t exactly a word that did justice to what truly happened in my body. The sensations were foreign and delightful, and hard to ignore.

The woman standing off with Brock was beyond beautiful. She was more beautiful than any other woman I had ever seen in the millennia I had walked the Earth. She was the type that could only be categorized as once in a lifetime, were I granted such things as a normal human life. As things were, I was only a few years younger than Silas. And though I had seen many things that were both beautiful and rare, a beauty such as hers was something I had yet to behold.

Until tonight.

I became curious about her and watched as she continued to argue with Brock.

Much to my delight, she was also headstrong. She carried herself well. And she didn’t back down from what she stood for, which apparently, tonight, meant finding whoever it was she was looking for and believed was in this house.

All this and more I had gathered from her in just the first few moments of setting my eyes on her. The fact that she was in the middle of a standoff with a vampire wasn’t anything to scoff at either. She had guts. Not to mention more than her fair share of courage.

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