Vlad’s POV
The home we were invading was filled with nothing but a woman’s screams as my sire worked her over. After more than one hundred years as a vampire, I still could not get used to that sound. It was one thing killing my father. After all the pain and suffering he put my family through over the years, he deserved it, and I would spend the rest of my eternal life paying Malik back for the gift he gave me. But the torture he inflicted on others did weigh on me. It was like a heavy noose around my neck that I could never get relief from.
I usually liked to feed on those who deserved it. Murderers, rapists, abusive men, and any human who was truly evil and even then, I tried to leave them alive. In the beginning, that wasn't easy. The hunger was intense and insatiable. As the years
