I watched the white haired boy diseapper into the night leaving only the foul smell of death behind.

I glance down at the lifeless body and glared at the disgusting view. This human deserved to die in the worst way possible.

However, that does not change the fact that I saved another human being. Why didn't I kill the white haired boy? Why did I get so protective over him?

I've seen him a couple of times passing through here but I never really noticed him up close until now.

But it doesn't matter now. I'll kill him next time I see him.

With a heavy sigh, I leave the dirty alley way and make my way home. The warm air hits my face immediately once I enter the house. A maid rushes to my side and helps me take off my coat.

"Would you like something warm to drink, sir?" she questioned nervously as she bowed her head.

"No." I simply replied, and made my way up the stairs.

A couple more maids passed me with quick head bows then continued on with their chores.

It's uncommon for my kind to keep humans as maids but I don't care. They know their place and always obey my every command.

I bought every single one of them from a vampire who would use them for their own personal needs. Which could of been from pleasure to torture.

A lot of them had bruises or some type of scar on their bodies when I bought them and most of them were sexually abused.

So in a way they feel like they owe me their life since I saved them from that horrible life style they were forced to be in.

I personally have not laid a single hand on any of my maids but I wasn't afraid to do it either and they knew that.

I wasn't as sweet as it seemed.

I had a couple of guilty pleasures of my own and it involved keeping humans hostage in my special room.

I kidnapped people and locked them in cages in the underground room. Whenever I get thirsty or just simply get bored, I pick a human and do whatever I please with them.

"Sir, you have a visitor." my eldest maid announces with a kind smile.

Her name was Nancy but her grandchildren would call her 'Nana' so that's what people call her around here. She's in charge of teaching and guiding the new maids around.

Nana was my first ever maid given to me by my great uncle Charles. I was only fifteen when I got her and now that I was twenty three nothing has changed.

I have always cared for her like a mother even if she was human.

Even after eight years, she still tries to take care of me like her own child. She always worries about my health and where I go when I leave the house.

She's the only one who is allowed to scold me or do whatever she pleases in this house and she knows that but doesn't take advantage of my kindness.

"Thank you Nana." I tell her sincerely and make my way to my office.

I enter my room and see the familiar tall figure looking out the window.

"What do you want James." I huff out in irritation.

James turns around at my voice and smiles, "You know you love to see my beautiful face Alex. No need to lie." he replies.

I roll my eyes and sit on the soft couch by my desk. "Of course I do." I lie.

He lets out an amused laugh, "Your horrible but that's now why I came here for. I need your help."

I stare at him and notice his smile start to fade. I've known James for almost two years now and I consider him a trustworthy friend but sometimes he could be really annoying.

However, whenever I need him he's always willing to do anything for me and in a way I'm the same with him.

"What is it?" I question.

"Well it seems Christopher has kidnapped another human girl for his pleasure needs and I heard he's doing horrible things to her so I was hoping you could maybe persuade him to buy her off." he replied with begging hands.

Another thing about James was that even though he was a blood thirsty vampire he cared about humans like no other. He cries every time he has to kill a human to drink blood.

This is why I have so many maids now because I keep saving them from cruel vampires like Christopher.

So, James knows I have the money and power to buy and save helpless humans who have been kidnapped.

But the problem was that my house was not big enough for so many maids and I couldn't save everybody.

I already had twenty maids working for me so I had to build a house for them next to me so they could have somewhere to sleep in and get fed three times a day.

The good thing was that I owned a lot of land so we were far away from town and nobody would disturb us.

"James you know I can't save everybody even if I wanted too. We're vampires and that's what we do. I can't keep going around buying these humans like a grocery list." I told him honestly.

He frowned at my response and walked towards me. He got down on his knees in front of me and started to beg.

"Please Alex! The poor girl is only sixteen, she doesn't deserve it! I promise I'll be the one to take care of her!" he cried out with tears forming in his eyes.

James was definitely serious about saving this young girl so with a heavy sigh I pushed him off and stood up.

"Fine, but just know the great favor I'm doing for you." I replied.

"That's not true, your doing the greatest favor for the girl." he said with a smile.

I groaned at his kindness and almost threw up at his words. Why couldn't he be a normal vampire like the rest?

I feel like he just didn't understand the food cycle well yet..

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I was not at all surprised to see how badly the young girl was beaten.

She sat like a dog beside Christopher's chair as we talked about business. James was almost in tears again as he stood beside me and looked at the girl like a lost puppy.

Christopher's house smelled very unpleasant and I could just imagine how many more humans he had against their will but that wasn't my problem.

As a vampire I had to understand the hardships these humans had to face whether we liked it or not. It was part of our lifestyle and we had to follow it.

The good thing for me was that my father was known for having so much power. He had vampires follow him and obey his every command in a heart beat. He was known for the way he tortured humans and even our own kind.

As a child I witnessed some of his attacks and they still scar me to this day. He was a disturbed man and his actions proved it.

Nana was always the one to keep me entertained in my room whenever my father went on a bloody rampage with his followers. I heard the screams and cries of the people they would kill downstairs but I acted like I didn't.

Even if it was my own mother screaming and getting killed...

"Alex!" James nudged me with his elbow.

I turned my attention back to the current situation and adjusted myself in my seat.

"I apologize I zoned out, could you repeat what you said." I told Christopher who was glaring at me across the table.

"I said I do not wish to release my slave to you. I enjoy her a little too much to give up." he said with a stern voice.

I snapped my fingers and James grabbed a suitcase from George who was another trustworthy friend.

He opened it up and revealed the stacks of bills tied together with a rubber band. I watched as Christopher looked at the money then back at the poor girl who was clothed in almost nothing.

"You do have a lot to offer Alexander but why save her? A piece of meat? Your father would be so dissappointed in you." Christoper said shaking his head.

I narrow my eyes at him and stand from my seat, "It does not matter why I wish to buy the girl. Either take the money nicely or I'll take the girl and the money with no problem." I reply.

Christopher leans back in his chair and knows my threat is real. I could easily take away the girl from him but that would only cause more problems and I don't need any.

He finally agrees and snaps his fingers for his other slaves to unchain the girl from his chair.

George hands him the money the same time James grabs the girl from his side. I watch it all happen just in case their is any signs of an unexpected attack.

Once everything is arranged we leave without another word and I keep hearing James sooth kind words to the girl.

We enter my house and once again a maid helps me take off my coat. I walk up to my room and ask not to be disturbed.

I lay in my bed and try to relax my tensed body. Thoughts of the white haired boy comes back to my mind and I can't help but want to see him again.

But why? Was it because I wanted to kill him that badly or was it because I have never seen a human so weird and beautiful looking at the same time?

I closed my eyes and just let images of the pretty white haired boy take over my dreams..