“you are not very funny, you know that?” Anton furrowed his eyebrows, yet they did not alter his delicate expression by very much. You sighed, rolling your eyes and diving your fingers in the collar of your shirt. You opened your neck to the man, and he indulged himself in you. His fangs prodded at your neck and before you had opened your eyes, it was over.

He wrapped your neck up, sighing softly as he spoke out against your actions. “You’re not very smart. Going out like that. The zombie hoard would’ve killed you—we go out at night for food for you. That’s how it’s been. That’s how it will stay. There is no reason you should be leaving.”

The reason why he was so hellbent on you not leaving the coven was because almost every other human was dead—zombie turned. There wasn’t a sustainable food source for the coven other than you.

“You should go speak to the others. They do not need to eat today, but it’s better to not hole yourself up, my dear.” He placed a tender hand on your head before standing up to leave. You were alone in your lavish room now. These vampires and their odd and extravagant taste….