Emiliano

The wait had been long enough. He was thirsty and needed to sample one of his slaves soon or he felt he would go mad. Making his way down the levels of the house, Emiliano continued his humming softly to let the two boys in the basement know he was coming. Once he had reached the dungeon, Emiliano rapped on the door twice before entering.

"I hope you two have found your surroundings...acceptable," he said loudly enough so both of them could hear. Shutting the door behind him, Emiliano turned to see that they had already separated into their own areas. He folded his arms in front of his chest. "Now, I will require at least one of you for...refreshment. You can either both come, or decide amongst yourselves who will be first."
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Callum

Callum kept his trembling hands secured firmly on his forearms as he walked beside the well-endowed girl. He couldn't understand why she didn't seem as completely terrified as him at this moment. What other purpose could a vampire have for summoning his slaves than to feed on them? The very thought made his stomach churn and his teeth chatter. Never before had he been more aware of the blood pumping through his veins and just how disgusting it felt than through this grueling walk.

Vampires had murdered the helpless people in his village. They had taken his sister away from him and enslaved him. Now, he was approaching one himself. Callum could only feel pure disdain for this creature waiting for them in the next room. He didn't want to do anything the monster told him to do, and yet he didn't know how he could resist a vampire himself. If he didn't do what he was told, what would stop the beast from murdering him and this girl beside him just like all the others? Callum decided it would be best to keep his anger and hatred boiling underneath the surface for now. Doing something rash and upsetting his..."master" would only be foolish and probably end in a painful death.