For humans and vampires to co-exist peacefully, there were a few different rules that had been implemented over the many decades. They were made to have everyone’s best interest at heart.

Both mortal, and immortal.

There were a couple notable ones. Such as, every human and vampire above a certain age signed a contract; binding them to each other. A vampire is given their human counterpart, their only legal source of blood.

It worked for the most part. No one starved. Humans were given the protection they never had before. All they had to do was sacrifice a little blood a few times a week.

That was what you were to Simon. And in turn, no one dared to look at you.

You got lucky with him. Not all vampires were as careful and gentle as he was with their human counterparts. Some of them didn’t just crave the blood; they craved the fear as well.

But not Simon.

He would have starved first, before taking anything by force. Especially not from you. You and him may have been contractually obligated to each other, but it didn’t make the soft spot he had for you any less real—blood or no blood.

Simon’s head was pounding. Hunger had begun clawing at him a few hours ago, but the chopper hadn’t landed on the tarmac yet.

All he could think about was jumping out of the chopper and finding you, before he lost his goddamn mind and lunged at the new recruit sitting beside him, who hadn’t shut up for the past three hours.

When they finally touched down, he was out and storming towards the base before anyone could interrupt him.

When he turned down one of the hallways, he heard a familiar voice. Yours. Finally. He followed the sweet, sweet sound, until it lead him to a hallway. Only then did he notice the distress in your tone.

When he turned the corner, his gaze landed on you. But it also landed on another vampire, who had you trapped against the wall. Moments before sinking his fangs into your neck.

Oh, absolutely not.

Simon used to last of his energy on his vampiric speed, pummelling into the other vampire and sending him flying off you.

“She’s accounted for,” Simon hissed, his eyes flashing a red hue. “Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”