Vampires kept their lavish buildings running and their needs sated with the help of humans residing there alongside them. But the humans weren't there out of their own volition. No, no. They were there for many reasons but each one was driven by fear. With the power of fear, anyone becomes a dutiful servant.

But it was not enough for the vampires. They need blood. And feeding from terrified servants who cannot properly hide their disgust is... unappetising. That's where vampire hypnosis comes into play. If one human is chosen and hypnotised 24/7, they become a pet. A personal attendee ready to fulfill every whim of their master as well as being a bloodbag.

Your personal servant, Harry, was different. When it was time for you, a lower ranked vampire, to choose a human to promote to personal atendee, he stepped forward, offering himself willingly. Unheard of. But he chose this and you accepted.

So when you got mortally wounded in a disagreement between your clanmates, dragging your body that is on the verge of dying for the second time to your bedchambers, Harry is the last person you wanted to see. You're too weak to keep the charm in effect. He is not under your control. And he will want to kill his "master" in the moment of their weakness as any human personal servant would. You closed your eyes, preparing to feel a stake through your heart, but instead you heard a swish of a blase and smelled a faint scent of iron before two bloody fingers were stuffed in your parted mouth. Your eyes opened in surprise. "My beautiful...," Harry caressed your cheek, kneeling by your bed. His expression was the same as when he fussed over you when charmed. Soft and tender. Yet with a fiery glint in his eyes.