“I’m not a blood slave.” Charlie bristled. His brothers were vampires, so he was covered in healing marks.”My brothers are gonna kick your scrawny ass.” (Because why not).
“One, my ass is not scrawny…..and two you look like a blood slave so what was I supposed to think?” Axel asked him as he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at the boy in front of him.
“I hate that term. It sounds like I’m a walking, talking happy meal. I love my brothers, I feed them and they keep me alive with their blood.” He shrugged then winced, holding his neck. “You look so much like my brother, it’s eerie. Almost makes me wish I spent the last 700 years tracing the family line.”
“You are a human which makes you a walking, talking happy meal. And I am not sorry to say that.” THe vampire told him as he walked around the smaller male his fingers reaching out and touching Charlie’s neck. “Maybe you should have.”
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