The Vampire King's Feeder

Dinner and a Show

Emory

“Who the f**k invited a mangy dog to our dinner party?”

Princess Opal’s words hang in the air as the rest of the room goes silent. It’s as if the rest of the guests are all waiting for me to respond to the loud, offensive statement, including Rainer, though I believe he’s just as taken aback by the assault as I am.

Either that or he’s just choosing to let me wage my own war.

But as I settle on a witty remark to politely say back to her, my voice is drowned out by the confident reply that comes from my right.

I can’t see him through Rainer’s large frame, but I don’t have to in order to know who is speaking. He must’ve come through his own entrance and taken us all by surprised, including Opal whose face shifts slightly at the sound of his voice.

“As far as I know,” King Kane begins, “no one invited a dog to dinner, but I did invite a wolf.”

My eyes lock with his about the time he stops next to his fiancée who is standing across the table from me, both of her escorts having dropped her arms as her betrothed approached.

I have to avert my eyes. I can’t hold him gaze while he’s standing next to her. It’s too shocking, too unsettling as I get a glimpse of how beautiful the two of them are together. It seems absolutely ridiculous beyond measure that I even let my subconscious entertain the possibility that the Vampire King might see me as anything more than a prisoner.

I manage to glance up, but no higher than their chins, as the princess rests her hand on his chest and flutters her eyelashes at him, I’m guessing, probably smiling innocently. He bends down and kisses her cheek. It’s nothing more than a peck, but I feel a twist to my gut that seems both ridiculous under the circumstances, yet very real.

King Kane pulls Opal’s chair out for her before adding, “Let’s all be kind to my guest. Princess Emory has had a trying day.”

It’s then that I feel the weight of his eyes on my face again and know I am compelled to look back at him.

When I do, our eyes lock for only the briefest of moments, but it is enough for me to register a few emotions running through his mind, the primary one being sympathy. He honestly does feel badly for me, that I’ve been betrayed by my family, that I am even here. But there’s something else, too, something I can’t quite understand. Is it the hint of an apology? Or could it be… a trace of… longing?

Whatever it was, he shores up his emotions quickly enough as he moves to the head of the table, and though he has been kind enough to pull out his fiancee’s chair for her, a waiter jumps to pull his back for him, and he takes his place, and then the rest of us may sit. Opal slides around her chair and is pushed in by her brother before he is seated.

Rainer helps me with the awkward chair, both pulling out the large, heavy piece for me, and pushing me in, which I could’ve managed since I am exceptionally strong, but I appreciate his help anyway.

As my abdomen hits the edge of the table, I think I hear a low rumble but it’s just a whisper, and I’m not sure what to make of it, so I ignore it. The sound reminds me slightly of the noise Darius made at school whenever he saw me speaking to my friend Freddie.

Rainer also chooses to ignore it, though when I glance over at him for a split second once he’s settled, it seems he has a surprised, amused hint of a smile on his face. Whatever is happening is a mystery to me, and there is a flourish of dinner etiquette happening around me that is more important than trying to figure out if King Kane truly just growled at his friend for helping me with my chair.

I have attended dozens of formal dinners over the years at various palaces, and they are all slightly different when it comes to decorum. I do my best to follow along with everyone else when it comes to when to place the napkin in my lap, how to choose a utensil, all of those things, but when the waitress present us with our plates, mine is much different than everyone else’s.

They all have three large goblets in front of them while I only have two. All of us have water and red wine, but they have one for blood, and as the thick, crimson substance is freshly poured by the servants designated to each vampire, the scent hits me and makes my stomach twist slightly.

I’ve never been squeamish, but having seen the state of the feeders’ dungeon first hand, and thinking about how much blood had to have been harvested to feed this many people an entire goblet full… it makes me have to look away slightly.

The servant behind me stands with his hand on top of the silver cloche until the signal is given, and then they are all lifted at once.

My plate is much different than the others as well. While they all have small portions of red meat swimming in its juices, as well as small portions of sides, my plate is huge. I have a massive steak, a huge potato, a salad on a separate plate, and a vegetable I’m not sure I can identify. Asparagus wrapped in bacon, possibly?

I don’t know what to think of the situation, but I don’t have much time to process it anyway before Princess Opal lets everyone know that an oddity has occurred amidst the dinner guests.

“Holy hell,” she practically shouts as a giggle escapes her lips. “It’s no wonder you’re such a big girl. That’s a lot of food.”

My eyes widen in slight horror as I process what she’s said to me. I take a breath, trying to decide what to do. Rainer already has food in his mouth, not that I think it’s his place, or anyone else’s, to stand up for me to the b***h.

I decide it is best to be polite. I don’t want to give anyone here the reason to think that I am the problem. “Yes, well, one never knows when they may need to defend themselves, so it’s best to keep one’s strength up.” I hope that my answer is both polite and to the point—she ought not to mess with me; I’ll snap her hand off.

But she only giggles and her brother asks, “Perhaps Clark is here after all, and we simply can’t see him. Are you sitting on him?”

Both of the guests from Scarlett Thunder laugh at this, as do several other guests, including Prince Lex, who appears to be attempting not to.

I’ve never had my physical appearance made fun of before, and I’m not sure how to process it. My combat training has required me to keep my body muscular and in shape. I’ve had to eat quite a bit of protein each day in order for that to stay the case. But it’s not fat. It’s not excess. And considering how short my pack is on food sources right now, recently, it’s been a challenge to even find enough protein—for all of us. So no, I’m not large. At least, I don’t think I am.

“Enough, Opal,” King Kane says, not looking at either one of us. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Oh, I’m just poking a little fun,” she says with a shrug. I refuse to look away from her, to drop my gaze and submit. “Mother always taught me it’s polite to play with my food.”

That gets another laugh out of everyone within earshot, except for Rainer.

And the king.