Doubling the knots that held the new vampire tied down on the high back chair, Victoria looked up at Damon who was relentlessly pacing the lavender and cream room.
"You know you have to feed her."
As Priscilla heard Victoria's statement, her heart and brain flatlined.
Damon's irises turned black, his pupils white as he processed her words, hearing her say it out loud made it realistic.
Hissing, he bared his mile long fangs, his coat billowing behind him. "I know that." He muttered darkly.
Priscilla's mouth opened and shut soundlessly, her tries to get their attention was useless, she still couldn't get why Victoria couldn't just feed her.
