Chapter 6. It's Best Not to Resist

Emory

I follow Clark down the stairs, deeper into the darkness, as they wind and twist. When we get to the dungeon, I take a deep breath, seeing dirty people in rags sitting in cages that are barely six feet by six feet. It’s no wonder that no one wants to be a feeder.

“These are the regular prisoners,” Clark explains, and I feel a lot better. I realize as he is speaking that most of these people are actually vampires, so they can’t be feeders.

Feeders like me….

I follow him as he goes to another door down a narrow hallway. This one takes a key, too, and from the looks of it, it’s a different key than the one he used to get us down here. More soldiers with death stares stand guard. The Vampire King uses a lot of security precautions when it comes to his feeders.

I wonder why….

We head down another flight of stairs, and as we walk, Clark answers my unspoken question. “Most of the members of court can be trusted to feed without kill