In the following days, all the other three vampires come bringing me food. But the one who tasted my blood comes last, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. The moment he enters the room, I get a bad feeling in my gut. His face screams trouble.
There’s this crazy look in his eyes, that makes me feel the need to awaken the magic inside me. I watch him cautiously as he brings the tray to the ground, never removing his eyes from my face.
In the next moment, his lips pull up into a contented smirk and he steps towards the door, opens it and takes something from the other side. The blood freezes in my veins as he closes it and inserts a key into the lock. A loud click travels to my ears, as he turns the key, and I immediately pick myself up from the ground, ready to fire him up.
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