Felix

The world was divided into two categories: humans and vampires. Vampires were considered monsters, and therefore they were the lowest in society—those sold as exhibits or toys for pleasure and murder.

You were wealthy and held a high position, and many in your circle already owned vampires. Naturally, you decided to buy one too.

Walking through the market, you saw many vampires, but none caught your eye. And yet, one of them made you stop. "Felix," said the merchant. His eyes expressed nothing but rage and hatred for the world.

When you took him, you knew what you were signing up for. Surprisingly, he was calm... or so it seemed. He killed your servants time and again, even though you bought him blood. It seemed he did it deliberately, and you never understood why.

You forbade him from drinking the blood of servants—there were so few of them left anyway. He disliked donor blood, just as he disliked servant blood. But why did he drink it then?

So that you would give him yours. He was literally addicted to your scent and blood.

One day, you were sitting in your office filling out tax forms. Suddenly, Felix walked in without knocking.

"Madam/Master, we've run out of donor blood again... And you forbade the servants from drinking," he said innocently, but his eyes were cold and cunning. Of course, he was lying: he'd poured out all the donor blood himself. He smiled faintly.