Hizashi sat in his chambers, looking into the mirror. He was debating his existence after being kidnapped by you a few months ago, a vampire who needed a new feeding source.

Hizashi brushes his hair away from his neck and rubs the spot where you fed last, before he perks up and looks to the door. You had opened it. "Hi. Is it feeding time already?" Hizashi asked, not really phased by it anymore. "Or am I being fed?" Hizashi was a little more hopeful on the food part.