Master

Chapter Five: Baekhyun

The next morning, I woke up and checked on Inell. She still hadn't woke up. I decided to give her the day off, even though the house really needed to be cleaned after last night's incident.

I got a small table and set it beside her bed. Then I went to the kitchen, cut up a mango, and placed it on the table with a note that read:

You can take the day off today. Here's breakfast. You're Welcome.

Master Baekhyun

After all, she was human and needed time to heal. If I pushed her too hard, she might end up bleeding to death, and I wasn't about to waste fifty-thousand dollars on a slave that died in a week.

I then left for work. Vampires in my line of work are looked down upon because we're seen as "desperate" and unable to afford a blood slave, but if you ask me, working as an embalmer really pays off. Sure, blood from a person who's been dead for awhile isn't as refreshing as blood from a living or recently deceased person, but it satisfies my cravings while my slaves heal.

When I arrived at the morgue, I saw that there was already a body that needed to be embalmed. Lucky me. The person was a man in his forties who had died of heart failure.

I began by making an incision at the collar bone and inserting a tube into the arteries. Blood began flowing out of his body as I massaged it to get the blood out. Then once all the blood was out, I pumped the formaldehyde solution into his arteries as a preservative.

Humans are strange. They have someone mutilate a corpse and pump chemicals into it so that they can keep it around for a few more days before it rots. Then they dress it all up and hold a big mourning ceremony before they place the body into a box and put it in the ground. All of this in the name of "respect." Vampires, on the other hand, prefer to burn their bodies, a practice that a few intelligent humans picked up on.

Just as I began sipping the extracted blood, which is the equivalent of a human drinking lukewarm coffee, my coworker, LuHan, walked in.

"Drinking dead man's blood again?" he remarked as he shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk."

I rolled my eyes. "You act like you didn't take this job solely for the free blood."

"So what if I did," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I have no need for stale blood anymore. I actually have my own slave now."

"I have a slave as well," I informed him as I took another sip of blood. "But she needs time to heal between feedings."

"Why don't you just get another slave?" he asked me.

"It would only be more work on my part," I answered. "More food. More attention. More discipline." I thought about that last thing for a moment. "Actually, that doesn't sound that bad."

"Exactly," LuHan said with a smirk. "You could have two blood slaves, or you could have one blood slave and one you just use as a punching bag."

"How many do you have?" I asked him.

"Three," he answered. "One blood bag, one to take my anger out on, and one personal."

I just nodded. He got me thinking. I had been so against having multiple slaves, but now it didn't seem that off limits.