LiaBreeTheOC
"Fix me..?" He let out a low chuckle, sounding quite amused. "You can't simply fix me, girl," he told her, his words felt belittling, making her feel petty. "I need to feed in order to be fixed... And you don't want to know what I feed on, do you," He asked, turning around to face her. She slowly shook her head, he was right, she didn't want to know. But for some odd reason there was a slight feeling of curiosity brewing inside her. "Good," he began, fixing his tie. "Because if you knew, you might've become part of my next meal," he muttered as he began to walk out of the office and down the hall.