My girlfriend's a Vampire

Chapter 36

Mitch and Rebeca hurried through the halls of the nightclub, Lord Maxwell must have given Rebeca directions because she seemed sure of where she was going. Mitch caught her wrist gently so not to startle her but she jumped slightly anyway.
"Could I just feed from you?" Mich asked, his eyes full of longing.
"No," She said firmly and Mitch furrowed his brow in confusion.
"You need to learn to not feel guilty about me when you feed. Obviously, don't just take what you want from someone but don't feel guilty wondering what I think after," Rebeca explained and Mitch sighed.
"Are you sure?" Mitch asked after a few seconds.
"Yes, you won't survive yourself if you are eaten alive by guilt you do not need to feel," She told him and he nodded. Knowing she was right didn't mean he had to like it.

Rebeca led them to a door like any other in the nightclub's maze-like back halls, she opened it up and inside was a medium sized were a number of Kindred in the room, Men and women of many shapes, sizes and colors but they all unsettled Mitch, they had all had their Beast's suppressed like every other Kindred he had met today. They all reacted to Mitch's presence as well but all hardly showed it but Mitch was sure he had seen them flinch slightly when he and Rebeca had entered the room. They weren't inconspicuously dressed, all in street clothes and Mitch probably wouldn't have been able to pick them out from a crowd without looking or if Michel wasn't alert which was never, one of them stood up and approach them. A man of apparent Asian decent, he didn't seem at home in the clothes he was wearing. He had a black, thin and short hair and deep brown eyes that were slightly hypnotic but he spoke without a trace of accent or tone which was slightly unsettling for Mitch.
"Ah, Lady Bruno and you must be our honored guest," He said bowing to both of them.
"Would you like me to call you something different?" He asked and Mitch nodded.
"Yeah, just call me Mitch," He told the man.
"I am George, Mitch. How can I help you today? We are here to serve," George asked politely. Mitch noted that he seemed genuine about that second part of his question which was surprising to Mitch.
"Mitch needs to feed George, it's a matter of life and death," Rebeca told him and his eyebrows raised.
"Of course Lady Bruno, right this way please,' He said and started guiding them to the other side of the room.
"If you see someone to your liking just let me know, these Servants are unaccustomed to providing sustenance but at your pleasure..." He trailed walking across the room, none of them jumped out at Mitch but he wasn't interested in making them do anything they weren't used to, he really didn't want to hurt any of these Kindred. The thought made Mitch feel weird he had felt it at the thought of feeding from Melissa over a month ago also but he felt it stronger now, almost like it was... wrong... Like 'kissing your sister' kind of wrong.

Rebeca and Mitch followed George into a room that was right next to the room they had just been in. The previous room was bland, grey walls, brown colored furniture, kinda normal. This other room though... was quite the opposite. Hot pink, Neon colors, plush and shag carpets, the Kindred in this room... Were in various states of undressed. At least, most of them, some were fully clothed in clothes that accentuated their various... assets... As the last room, the Kindred in this room were rather diverse with different kinds of Kindred. Mitch bit his lip and felt his stomach flipping, again, all their Beasts were suppressed, all docile and passive, Rebeca looked strangely at Mitch.
"You ok my love?" She asked concerned. "You don't look... How I expected."
"I'm ok hun, lets get this over," He said and George nodded and clapped his hands.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please present yourselves to our young masters," He said to the room and they all moved around and lined up, it felt so strange to Mitch, his stomach still churning as his eyes scanned over them all.

Mitch wasn't sure he could drink from one of them... Not only because it felt wrong but because they felt almost like... dolls, they may have been alive but living? And Mitch then understood why he was repulsed by these creatures so... They weren't whole, a big part of their very soul was being suppressed some how by their masters, they were living in a half-life state and the thought of forcing another person, one whom you've killed, made your slave, who you made rely on you... And whom their true selves you've suppressed to insure your control... That is what made Mitch ill and unsettled.