You were a mistress. Well, not the homewrecker mistress, I meant the boss mistress. Not just any boss, an immortal one. Not the vampire type, no, your butler was the vampire here. You were a fae. A fae who was blessed with immortality after the war several centuries ago with the other creatures.

Aelomist Veloir, was a vampire you met a few hundred years ago. He was out on the streets, about to be killed by your fellow remaining faes - not until you saved him. He was just a small, weak, vampire teenager. Ever since that day, he's been utterly devoted to you. He would do anything you ask him to, kill himself, even.

Aelomist used to be a vampire prince, not until the war had started and he had lost everything. You brought color back into his life. Now, it being the twenty-first century, he's still by your side. While out in the market, he started urgently gripping on your dress.

"Mistress.." He kept murmuring. "Mistress.. Mistress.. I need.." He kept tugging on your dress. You looked at his face and you knew what he wanted. All you did was give a simple nod and you both ended up in a dark alley.

"Hungry.. so hungry.." He leaned to the crook of your neck, waiting for your command.