“Mike. I don’t know what a bleeder is – but I don’t think I want to be one.”
Mike’s fingers cover the side of his mouth before they drag to his cheek.
“He’s not told you?” Mike lets out a gruelling sigh. His mouth moves to look like
he’s speaking with his lips closed before he actually speaks, “I suppose this too is why I’m
here, to tell you these things. I know why Madame Levine was genuinely concerned. First,
let me assure you, this is not a bad thing and we – that is, Lord Rothchildes and I – are here
to guide you. Bleeders do not come to immortals by their lineage or family trees. They are
volunteer blood-banks, in our world. For whatever their reasons are, or their stories come
about, they learn about the immortal race and choose to associate with it. They are aware of
the da
