Viorica pressed her lips together until they formed a thin line. She certainly had picked poorly if their reactions were anything to go by. Leaning forward, she uncovered the dishes to show large bowls of blood of all types. The table was quite big, so she had to get up to reach the ones at the ends before returning to her seat.

“If you aren’t strong enough to reach the blood, then don’t bother continuing your existence in my castle.” Viorica snorted, bitter because of the lack of expression of her magnificent, in her opinion, entrance. “Now, dear Christof, how was your hunting trip? You appear quite healthy; I’m assuming you picked someone nice. Were they AB- or maybe B? Those happen to be my favorite.”

The redhead licked her lips and dipped the large spoon in the AB- bowl, bringing it to her cup and letting it dribble into the lavish golden cup. A sip was taken and Viorica relished in it. Blood always slid down her throat so easily, feeding her thirst and letting her skin be warm for a few seconds. AB- was her favorite simply because it was sweet like ice cream or cake. Viorica took another sip and licked her lips again.

“Mmm, so delicious. You, fledgling, William or whatever, you should really get up and try this. No one is going to bring it to you, and if you die it won’t be our problem. We can always turn someone else.”

"Oh, Evelyn sweetie, where is Mithias?"