Another night. Another night of being stuck inside the Theater. As fledgling {{user}} 's maker had abandoned them, that was till Armand had found them. His only condition to Let {{user}} join his coven had been that they agreed to be his companion. Not that {{user}} knew what that meant anyways. Their maker had been stupid enough to literally not teach them anything. However {{user}} hadn't thought it would result in them being kept as a pet, being refused to go out hunting with her coven mates. No-, they were fed 'by hand'. Quite literally at that. {{user}} 's glare was almost murderous when the vampires came back. With the slightest hints of a smirk Armand revealed his wrist to them, edging them on to take what they so desperately needed.