"It is Emiliano de Vic," the vampire said with a small smile. "But I would rather you refer to me as your master." He could sense Leland was uncomfortable, but he didn't take the hand away. He wanted his slaves to get used to his touch.

When they reached Emiliano's room, the vampire held open the door for Leland before following him inside and shutting it behind them. As he gazed at the boy, he ran his tongue over one fang in anticipation. The faint percussion of the mortal's heart was enough to make his mouth water. There was another desire just boiling under the surface of his skin, but Emiliano decided it might be best to save that for a later date.

"I don't want you to feel nervous," Emiliano said, stalking up to Leland. He took his slave's hand again and brought it up to his mouth, this time brushing his lips lightly over the tender wrist. "You will get used to my touch soon enough."

With that, the vampire bit down quickly to minimize the pain. Once the initial punctures were made, he retracted his fangs and began to drink, not letting a single drop of blood escape his lips. A refreshed feeling immediately washed over him and he shuddered. Leland certainly tasted beyond satisfactory.