Blood Slave AB-

She had no name, only a number. Laying on the cold hard bed connected to machines known as "life support" she could only hope to die. Her attempts were futile as they had her room watched with security cameras, she was apparently to valuable to die. Her bony arms were strapped down under a thin blanket and she was not able to move an inch. All they cared about was the product.....blood.

He sat impatiently on his thrown waiting for his snack to be served. He was bored of the usual flavours even though he most certainly preferred eating from a live vein. However he believed it would be worth the trouble as it was extremely rare and from the last surviving human with this particular blood type .

So what will happen when his small snack in a glass turns out to be the blood of his one and only Beloved?