The Vampire Prince

Midnight visits

Tip toeing down the stairs I slowly inch my way towards the kitchen, and more importantly the back door, hoping to god I don't wake the pack.

In my hands, a half filled cup of my blood with plastic wrap and foil covering it, which, hopefully, conceals the scent enough that the pack won't smell it. Padding into the kitchen, I freeze as the floor creaks under my weight. "Stupid old, creaking floorboards," I mutter angrily, under my breath, as I quickly move away from that section of the floor. Who new that feeding a starved vampire, without having the pack find out, would be soooo damn hard!!! I think to my self.

Reaching forwards I grasp the handle of the mahogany back door, slowly turning it, I quickly open the door, praying to any and every divine being out there that it doesn't creak. I released the breath I had been holding as the door opened without a sound. Stepping out into the yard, I pause for a second to allow my eyes a chance to adjust to the darkness. Looking up at the sky, I take a minute to admire the stars. They'd always been my favourite part of the world. An untouched part of the world that we humans haven't broken yet. The way the shine and sparkle always capture my attention. It's as if they're always smiling, always happy.

Turning away I start towards the cells containing my newest 'friend'. A small breeze blows past as I step into the grass, cool and damp beneath my bare feet, causing a shiver to rack up my spine. 

Padding forwards, I approach the cemented cells, "hello, Mr. Vampire. Anyone home?" I call out.
"I hope that wasn't an attempt at a joke, because if it was, you have a sorry sense of humour," he chuckled, amused at my poor attempt of humour.
"Don't be ridiculous," I retort, annoyed. "Anyway, moving on from that," I mutter, knowing that he can hear it. Holding up the cup, I say, "here's your dinner, enjoy." This time he roars with laughter. Panicking I try to quiet him. "Shut up you idiot!" I exclaim, "do you want me to get caught?" He just keeps laughing.

Reaching my hand out I place the cup on the widow of the cell and back away. "Hurry up and drink it, I'm freezing my ass off," I growl annoyed.
"Aww, is the whittle human throwing a tantrum," he teases, sipping at the blood.
"I am not," I protest angrily, glaring at him.
"Of course you're not," he mocks, tipping his head back and sculling the last few mouthfuls. Tossing me the cup he turns and walks to the other end of his prison. "Go back to your room and sulk," he laughs, clearly amused by my behaviour.

Growling angrily, I grab the cup and storm back to the pack house. Making my way up the stairs towards my 'apartment', I think of numerous ways to get back at him. See how he likes it when I don't show up with his dinner tomorrow, I think to myself.