Blood And Love ..::An Enslaved Vampire::..

Blood and Love 3

Jacobs POV

I walked down the hall following the map. There were so many twists and turns in this place! Though what was I to expect? It was a castle! Finally I made my way through a final hall, underneath and arch, and into the kitchen. The kitchen had beautiful granite countertops and a nice shade of cherry cabinets. It was any chef's heaven, though I wasn't much of a cook I still liked it. There were people everywhere, they all looked friendly towards each other, some were werewolves some vampires and others looked human. Everyone was talking cheerfully and getting along together!

"Excuse me M'am" I murmered pushing past someone making my way to the fridge labeled 'BLOOD'

"Oh! So you're Bellum's New One!" The guy next to who I pushed past said.

"Yes Sir" I replied still making my way through the crowd finally reaching the fridge. Most bottled blood I had drunk before was total crap, it tasted horrible and didn't do anything for me at all. It was also never filling, so I didn't exactly have high expectations.

I was about to take a deep gulp from the jug I had picked up before someone took it out of my hands and led me away.

"You don't have to drink it from a jug, by the way I'm Morgon" Said the same guy who had asked if I was the new addition to the castles well equipped selection of slaves.

"How else would I?"

With that Morgon poured the blood into a mold of a human head, kind of like a manniquen I guess, and pointed the the gellatin statue's neck.

"It's almost just like feeding from the source" He said grinning "And the bottled blood actually tastes good too"

With that I just shrugged and turned towards the model thinking about if gelatin was toxic for a moment before shrugging, again, and biting into the gellatin sucking all of the blood out of it.

Morgon was right, it was just like drinking from the source. I remember for the time I was a vampire before Humans took over, I had had a blood slave, and I can at least remember drinking from her.

I raised my head up from the molds neck feeling refreshed, that was the only bottled blood I had ever had that didn't taste like it had been tampered with, though I'm sure it had been.

With that I grabbed a bottle of water and left the kitchen looking at the map for a second before deciding I knew my way back to Bell's room by  now.

I opened the door only to see Bell talking rapidly with someone over an intercom, sounding slightly nervous and angry, about an attack.

Thats when I heard battle cries from outside

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My boredom told me to write ;P it's Short, horrible, you know my norm by now, lol