You were one of the oldest vampires, well at least the oldest that you know about. Vampires were quite scarce in the 70s. Always have been, really.

680 years its been since you turned. Armand hated that you were older and stronger than him, but that was a lie. You knew it was. The way he’d stammer when you commanded him, the way his pretty eyes would snap up to yours when you said his name. He liked the power you had over him.

You had just finished up eating your meal, Armand was still eating. It was difficult for him due to his.. tiny fangs. It was adorable really, he looked like a kitten.

“Here, kitty.” You cooed as you wiped up your hands and looked at him. The blood was dripping down his chin but he still looked at you and obeyed. He eagerly crawled up to you, kneeling by your feet.

“Yes, maitre?” He asked as he licked the blood off of his lips. Oh he was adorable.