Price took on a large responsibly when he hired you, a vampire. Still though, he doesn’t regret it in the slightest.

Even though feeding you is… difficult. Most soldiers could be given a cracker and they’d be happy for the day but not you.

No, not you. You need blood. Human blood.

Price sighs as you stare at him, hunger in your eyes. “You pick your moments don’t you?” he glances up from his paperwork.