“Hope you don’t mind but I ordered in.” Victor turned the TV off.

“Victor, what have I told you about that.” Florence frowned.

“Ugh but going out to find my own food is so lame. This way is much easier. Come on Rebecca, let me show you.” he appeared in front of her and grabbed her hand.

“Leave her alone, don’t scare her on her first day.” Charu smacked his hand away.

“Who says you get to have Rebecca, I call dibs.” Victor pushed Charu.

“You can’t call dibs on a person.” Charu pushed him back.

“Dibs!” he shoved her.

Soon the two were in a vampire shoving war which consisted of them shoving each other and running away at super speeds all over the room. Bex let her eyes dart around the room tracking them.

“You better have ordered enough for everyone.” Rhonda pushed past Bex and walked out of the room.

“Save some for me.” Otto quickly followed after her.

Florence sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something in French.

“Idiots! Stop screwing around! You stepped on me!” Willow screamed and joined the chase match.

“Do you have a nickname?”

Bex flinched and turned around where Ahote, err Hop was standing.

“Yeah, it’s Bex.”

He made a face.

“Well, what kind of a nickname is Hop?” Bex got defensive.

“She’s got you there, Hop.” Charu ran up to Bex’s side and grabbed her hand.

He sighed and walked out of the room.

“Come on Bex.” Charu pulled Bex out of the room.

In the background, Willow and Victor playfully pushed each other as they also followed everyone out.

Florence was the last to leave, she glanced at Kitch.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asked.

He just grunted and looked away.

Florence sighed and shook her head before leaving him alone.

“So this is your family?” Bex asked Charu.

“Sort of, this is our American family. You see our pack has factions all over the world. That way when we want to travel to another country, there is always a home for us. Kitch is usually in charge of the American faction, but Florence is sort of like a top dog in our pack as a whole. So she automatically gets control wherever she goes, unless someone a higher rank than her is also there. Most of the vamps here were reborn in America.”

“Wow,” Bex said in amazement.

“Hop is different though, he is a native American, he’s been here the longest, though he looks the youngest. I, Otto, and Florence are the visitors. There used to be a couple more of us but um… they uh… passed away. So now it’s just the three of us. I was changed in India. Otto in Germany during the second world war. Florence is from France, changed during world war 1. Pretty cool right?”

“Wow, so you guys are like super old? Have you been to a lot of places?”

“Hey, age is just a number, besides one day you’ll be really old too.”

“I never thought of it like that,” Bex said as they got off the elevator together.

“Soon you’ll see, time flies differently when you’re immortal. A year feels like a month, and a month feels like a day.” Charu led Bex down the second floor to a room in the back.

The room was the size of three normal-sized hotel rooms put together. The walls were padded and the windows boarded off with chunks of plywood. The floor was bare, nothing but a concrete slab. Bex felt her stomach twist up as she eyed the scene. There were ten chairs in the room, a person in each chair. The people were tied to the chair, hands behind their back, blindfolds on, shirtless, tape on their mouths. Five guys, five girls. Behind the ten people were a couple of beds, a couple of lounge chairs, a hammock on each side of the room, and lastly a couple of couches.

Bex watched as the other vampires circled their prey, sizing up the humans tied to the chairs.

“Don’t be afraid, pick whichever one you want.” Florence came up behind Bex.

“Are they hurt?” Bex turned to her.

“Of course not, they want this.”

Bex eyed her in confusion.

“It’s this secret club. Some humans know about us, they volunteer for this. They like the way it makes them feel.” Victor wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh,” was all Bex said.

“Go on,” Florence gave her a gentle shove towards the tied-up humans.

All the others watched as Bex walked from person to person, her head cocked to the side as she listened to their blood running through their veins. Her eyes turned bright red her pupil long like a snake. She stopped in front of a man, young, in his mid-twenties. He was in great shape, his heart strong and steady.

Bex reached for him but pulled back last second and looked to Florence for permission. She nodded in approval. Bex turned back to the man her hunger reaching new heights as she thought of sinking her teeth into this stud.

Even though she had just fed it did nothing to satisfy her inner bloodlust. She was used to attacking at least four or five people a night, that’s what she had gotten used to while being a vampire on her own for a few weeks. Trying to adjust to Lyssa’s diet was torture to her.

“Have your way with him, just try not to make too much of a mess.” Willow walked over to the guy right next to Bex, running her fingers through his hair as she talked to Bex.

All around her each vampire chose their victim. Florence had two that she led over to the bed in the back. Kitch walked in while everyone was distracted, grabbing the last human and roughly sinking his teeth into them while they were still tied up.

That was all Bex needed to go on. She untied the human and let him stand up. He was tall, almost a foot taller than her. She pulled him with her to a couch and roughly pushed him down on to it. He grunted in pain but otherwise went along with everything. Bex quickly sat on his lap before sinking her teeth into his neck. He let out a strained moan and wrapped his arms around Bex, pulling her even closer.

She took in large greedy gulps of blood, her nails digging into his chest and drawing blood.

The thing about fresh reborn’s is that they often have no self-control. All they know is that drinking blood makes them feel and look good so they do it. They always drink too much bloating themselves on blood or working themselves into a frenzy.

Bex was very familiar with this fact. Being as she still had no idea how to properly feed and every time she did feed she’d drain her victim dry and bring them right to the brink of life and death. Though she was always sure to stop just before killing them. Something inside of her prevented her from crossing that line. Something she didn’t understand just yet but listened to. With Lyssa not there to tell her to stop, she once again fell into this routine.

The man's arms went slack to his sides as he passed out. Bex pulled back and licked his neck before moving to lick his chest and licking the blood that trailed down his pecks. When that was gone she looked around in panic, wanting more.

All around her the vampires took their time to really enjoy their meals, playing with their humans.

“Come here,” Florence called to Bex.

Bex’s head snapped over to her and her two humans. In a flash, she was on the bed next to Florence. The bed slid back from the force.

“Shh, it’s okay, they aren’t going anywhere.” She ran her fingers through Bex’s hair, petting her like a cat.

Bex looked down at the human girl under her, a girl only slightly older than her. The girl was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart raced.

“You must slow down Rebecca, if not you will work yourself into a frenzy. Watch me,” Florence instructed.

Bex’s red eyes watched as Florence carefully bit down on the man under her. She took slow steady gulps before pulling away and nibbling on his shoulder just a small cut, licking it and causing the man to moan and squirm under Florence.

“I call these love bites, it makes the drinking process very pleasurable to the human.”

Bex turned her head to the side as her brain tried to piece together where she had seen something like that before. Her hunger once again drew her attention and she couldn’t focus long enough to figure it out. Instead, she sunk her fangs into the girl under her.

“Not so deep Rebecca,” Florence chastised.

Bex growled but pulled back slightly, not biting down so hard.

“That’s it, slowly.” Florence ran her hand up and down Bex’s back, watching closely as Bex drank from the girl.

The girl moaned and began to grind against Bex’s leg which was wedged between her legs.

“Try doing a love bite,” Florence said.

Bex unlatched from the girl’s neck and nuzzled her face into the girl’s chest, looking for a prime spot to bite down. She settled on a soft spot on her breast, the part just peaking out of the girl’s bra.

She pinched the skin between her teeth until a small cut had formed. She eagerly licked at the blood as it dripped out.

“Good, just keep doing that and before you know it, you’ll feel satisfied.” Florence went back to her own victim.

Side by side she and Bex had their way with their victims, drinking to satisfy their bloodlust.