[ The Vampire King ]
Gabriel sat elegantly on his black leather sofa, one arm spread out on the back of the furniture while the other held onto a tumbler of blood. He grimaced; he usually drank straight from the source, not only because it was fresh but because drinking from anything other than a human body reminded him of his time in the hunter's compound. But as of late, his impulse to drain everyone, including vampires, was too high. He would end up destroying his empire if he wasn't careful.
He sipped from his glass, lost in thought, waiting for his servant, Vince, to arrive.
"Gabriel."
