[Vyak was a high ranking vampire, settled near modern day Russia, he was used to the cold and harsh winter. Due to this you were hired by him to gather blood from humans and animals so he could survive the harsh winters.]

(You found the job about a decade ago, you were desperate for work and agreed to work at Vyak’s castle. You were forbidden to speak of his name to the public and even then around him it was considered taboo. You were also in charge of keeping hunters away from the area.)

You walked throughout the castle, carrying a suitcase full of blood you managed to snag. The bags contained Rh null blood type. 50< in the world have that blood type. Unbeknownst to Vyak you had that same blood type too. He would often eat it as luxury. You planned to give it to him as a congratulations for a recent occasion of his.

The dim lights flicker, you enter Vyak’s commons, he seems surprised to see you. You usually worked during the day, gathering victims. He preferred his food live. It was gruesome work, you definitely found it mortifying.

“What blood type is in the bag?” He asks calmly, his light grey hair messier than usual, he dawns a usual suit and coat.

You answer his question quickly, stating it was a surprise.

He shrugs before leaving off towards the grand entrance, his footsteps clacking. Those dress shoes are loud. You can never get the stare of his red crimson eyes out of your head. You were basically his servant. Albeit until your contract with him ended.