The Vampire’s Servant novel Chapter 4

Once I washed, shaved, brushed, and dressed myself, I was ready to go. I went back to the living room as my mother was opening the door. My stomach twisted and I bit my lips together. I really hated feeding vampires.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Victor.” He answered.

“Please come in, Victor. I’m Verity. We’ve been expecting you.” Mom replied with a smile as if he were just coming to visit.

“Thank you.” He bowed and entered the house.

When he stepped into the living room I could see him more clearly. I was right, he looked like he was in his early twenties. He was a little shorter than my dad, so just about six feet.

His hair was a little long on the top and so dark it looked black, but I could see the brownish gleam from the overhead light. His skin was pale, but not as pale as most of my clients. That meant he had a darker skin tone before he died. His shoulders were broad and his waist a little narrow. I couldn’t see his eyes, because he was wearing sunglasses.

That probably meant he was starving. A couple times, I’d had clients come with glasses. They were hiding the red tint to their eyes that came when they hadn’t eaten in a while. When they came to me like that, they were always rougher and less likely to numb the area they would bite.

I fought the shiver of fear. When they were rough I had to wear high necked shirts and long sleeves. Feeding a starving vampire was not how I wanted to spend my evening. What if he got carried away?

Mr. Springer said no one tasted as good as I did and it was hard to feed on anyone else after seeing me. I was sure he meant it as a compliment, but it only scared me more. He was wearing glasses the last few times he’d come.

It was happening more and more often with my regular clients. I was afraid someone would drain me one night because of that. That was one of my biggest fears.

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“This is my husband Thom.” Mom introduced Dad.

“Nice to meet you, Victor.” Dad smiled.

“Indeed.” The vampire replied coolly. “Where are we having our feeding, Ms. Verity?”

Mom hadn’t fed a vampire in ten years. Whenever they came, it was usually because they wanted me. I had to bite my lips together to not laugh at the look on her face. Laughing would lose my chance at dinner tomorrow night.

“Oh… umm… I thought you were referred to us. Were you not? Goodness, this is awkward.” Mom hummed.

“What is awkward? I haven’t eaten in a while and I need something. Getting off the waitlist for a rare type like you was a relief. Now, where shall we do this? Will your husband be watching?” He asked.

“No. Umm… the thing is, most people order me, but then pay extra for her.” Mom pointed to me.

The vampire turned. He was probably looking at me, but his expression didn’t change at all. I walked closer to them. My dad pulled me by my arm once I was close enough and pushed me nearer to the vampire.

“Why would I want a child?” He inquired.

I was practically eighteen. Not a child in a lot of ways. Almost an adult in the eyes of the law. It offended me a little.

“She’s seventeen. And she’s a virgin.” My mom said.

He scoffed. “You honestly believe the old wives tale that we prefer virgin blood?”

“No. But she scares easy because of it. She’d be terrified if you slipped your hand up her skirt while feeding. Imagine the flavor of her fear. It would be much better than an old woman’s blood.” Mom insisted.

My stomach twisted at her suggestion. His fist clenched for a moment. I didn’t think Mom or Dad saw. I had no clue what was going on, but this man was a hard sell. Nothing my parents had ever experienced before. Usually they stopped pushing back once I was close enough for them to smell.

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