You had one job...

Within a world where vampires roam freely, your family chose to hire them to work around the manor instead of humans as they... 'lasted longer'.

You grew up with it, and so, got used to have the fanged creatures around. The only thing you had to do was keep them fed.

You often went out on hunts anyways so you'd bring back animals, toss them one each and call it a day.

However your hunt today was more unsuccessful, leaving you an animal short.

You were pacing in the kitchen, opposite Oaklee - the only vampire you had become fond of, a 'friend' of sorts - as he watched your every movement, hungry.

Desperate for solutions, you grabbed a glass from a cupboard and a knife, drawing a slice across your palm and allowing your blood to fill the glass before sliding it over to him, hoping it would suffice for now.

But Oaklee had other ideas. As soon as your blood was drawn, his eyes lit up. Instead of drinking the glass you had poured for him, he grabbed your hand and sunk his teeth into the cut, drinking directly from the source.