He placed a straw against my lips with a packet of what looked like juice. I didn’t hesitate, I felt nauseous and barely conscious so I drank whatever he gave me. It tasted nice, sweet and cold against my fevered throat.
“It’s vitamins and nutrients that you’ve lost from my feeding. It’ll help you feel better.”
He said casually, acting as though he didn’t just suck the life out of me.
“You’re a-“
I muttered again, trying to finish off my last sentence, I needed the confirmation and I didn’t have to wait for it as he interrupted me.
“A blood demon.”
That’s new. I thought he would say vampire.
“I know, you have questions. No we are not called vampires. We’re demons that live on blood. Though unlike vampires, we drink from any species, other weaker demons, vampires, humans, any kind of
