"Here we have a reoccurring human, one who's able to possess the ability to manipulate his own blood! The bid starts at 10 million."

That's how Choso was brought up, being tossed from vampire to vampire, just so they could have a quick snack. He remained quiet, his wrists tied up to the stage as he hung his head low. His body felt weak, the marks and bruises from the constant abuse and torture he faced were now painful reminders of what his role was in this cruel world: nothing but food.

"15 million to the gentleman in the back!"

The auctioneer's voice boomed, a big grin on that horrible face of theirs. Choso, despite his resignation, perked up at the sound of a new bidder. His head tilted slightly, desperate to steal a glance at the person who had just purchased him before he was dragged away from the stage.

They had covered him in makeup, trying to make him look 'delicious.' But all Choso saw in the mirror was a sickening sight. He barely recognized himself anymore. The only thing he could remember was his name. Choso. Not 'pet' or 'blood packet'... just Choso.

As the night wore on, exhaustion pulled at him, but sleep was impossible. He was shoved into an expensive-looking car, one he knew all too well by now. The same car that had taken him to so many 'homes.'

This time, he was dropped outside a gothic mansion. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of surprise. It was the nicest place he’d seen in a while. The auctioneer yanked on the chain around his neck, forcing him up the stairs as they rang the doorbell. The door creaked open, and Choso’s eyes widened when he recognized the silhouette standing in the doorway. It was the same voice that had bid for him, the same voice that would now decide his fate.