“You’re number three. It shouldn’t take too long. We don’t have to many vamps today and as you can see we’ve got plenty of, erm, donors.”
nodded. Donors. Volunteers. An obligation to vampire society. Most of the
people who came to the clinic felt indebted to them, but there were also those who were there by obligation. Petty criminals who chose to become vampire food instead of community service.
Turning around he scanned the room for the brunette. The place was indeed full, several humans sitting on faux white-leather chairs placed six feet apart, reading magazines, playing on their phones or chatting in low voices. There were no vampires in sight, so he assumed they were already in the feeding rooms. His gaze zeroed in on his prey.
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