Blood Slave

Darrian's dreams were his only escape. Being the blood slave to a clan of vampires wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind for his life. Not that he had a choice in the matter. He was bonded to the master. Nothing he could do to break that bond, short of someone vanquishing the blood-sucker and there was slim chance of that. Master Broman was cautious, and strong. No one got close to him. He didn't feed off of Darrian, preferring to hunt for his meals. No, the rest of the clan used Darrian for his blood. Darrian was just thankful that the vampires considered it a filthy and disgusting habit to do more than feed from him. He wasn't sure what he'd do if they found his body to be as enticing as his blood. Of course, he wouldn't mind it so much from one certain vampire...Easton. He'd let that vamp do whatever he wanted. But as the heir apparent to Master Broman, Easton didn't feed from him either. Darrian was considered tainted, only good enough for the lower class. It was probably for the best since Easton was arrogant and cruel. Darrian's entire life changed the day the clan was attacked and the impossible happened. Broman was gone, and Darrian was free. Or so he thought. But, as the old, archaic human saying went, "from the frying pan, into the fire". For Darrian found himself in the middle of another clan...one that was very different than the one he'd been freed from. And the master...Kylor...was beyond anything Darrian had ever seen before. The only problem? They failed to kill Easton...and it seemed he didn't like Darrian belonging to another clan.