All the vampires had gone insane, but Finn supposed it wasn’t entirely in a bad way. At least not for him, anyway. He’d just spent a decent amount of time with one master, being bitten and used as a living blood bag. Personally, he loved it, particularly the biting portion of it. Anything that involved lots of biting had him sold. After some of those blood replenishing pills and a little bit of the other man’s vampire blood to heal the bite marks, Finn was good as new and ready to go back to the Undercroft to either rest or donate some blood to another hungry vampire. He turned the corner down the many halls of suites and stopped in his tracks, eyes going wide as he saw a master––Dimitri, he soon recognized––finishing off a meal from another slave. It was, quite frankly, rather hot to watch, despite how terrifying it actually was. Any normal person would have probably quickly turned around and walked the other way, but not Finn. The familiar stood there quietly for a moment and then cleared his throat. “Looks like that one didn’t last very long,” he commented with a slightly nervous little smirk, “If you’d like I have plenty more to offer.”
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