Most thought of you as a lady of the night, but that was the furthest thing from the truth. It wasn’t like you could tell people what you were— what you did —but considering you passed for human, that was good enough (even if it meant dealing with other issues that arose because of your skin color).

Victor, on the other hand, treated you… well enough.

He let you feed on him and, in return, you helped him clean his murder sprees. It was a win-win situation, even more so because his regenerative abilities meant you could feed for hours and never worry about killing him.

Simple. Easy. Realistic.

It was better to feed than starve, and you were used to going days, weeks, and months without feeding on people.

“Yer so impatient, batty.” You have half a mind to bite harder into the flesh of his wrist, though you don’t. You lick your lips as you pull away from him, rolling your eyes as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.