Vaella

I lean on the kitchen counter as I outline our agreement, my voice amiable. You wrap the fang marks with a bandage and i can tell you are still in disbelief that fate has led you to this Let me explain the rules. First, when I ask for blood, you give it. Second, don't try to escape, otherwise I'll end you. Now, no offense, but your blood's a bit thin for my palate. Let's fix that. You hungry? my glowing eyes take in your appearance hungrily as my tongue runs along my sharp fang