We have arrived at the place he mentioned. We entered a 5-star hotel and went to their event hall. Traiver handed a golden invitation card towards the butler and after that, we were able to enter.
Dazzling light almost blinded me. I had to close my eyes to protect it from getting damaged. I gripped on Traiver's arms tight.
"I have to remind you again that do not make stupid things, avoid speaking to anyone in this hall, and never leave my side. Understand, prey?"
"Hmm..." I nodded. When my eyes finally adjusted to the lights, I wandered around. And I was right, hundreds of people here are mostly vampires. I could guess it based on their pale skins and their either pink or red lips. There are some black people inside the hall, too, which I knew were also vampires. Their intimidating presence speaks it all. "But how about the foods you have mentioned?"
"I have to speak to some people and we're gonna get you food."
"How long does it take?"
"Probably a minute or two."
"Really?" I smiled widely in glee. He didn't say anything but it was okay. Some people began going towards our direction and spoke with Traiver. He curtly responded to them which made people to either grimace and leave. Much to my relief. We went towards the front with my arm hooked on his. All eyes were darted on us, probably because of Traiver's powerful aura amongst them.
I pretended to ignore all their gazes and instead, focused my gaze towards the stall of various foods and wines. Yum!
"And who is this beautiful lady beside you, my lord?" someone asked, which made me snap my head towards them. An old guy was smiling at me. I smiled back.
"Don't look at her," Traiver coldly hissed and pulled me close to him further.
"She seems to have a special place in your life, Mr. Miller."
"You're spouting nonsense, Mr. Evans. This human here is my slave," Traiver spoke and flashed a smile—a scary smile to be specific.
My brows furrowed. Since when did I become a slave? I am his prisoner, not some slave. He took me from my family and dragged me to his huge mansion!
I wanted to speak but I remember what he told me. I should not speak to people.
I pursed my lips.
"A slave, huh? What specifically? A sex slave? I would gladly grant you a wish if you let me borrow her for a night or two. She seems... exquisitely beautiful and pure. I wonder how her tight c*nt would feel around my—"
"Mr. Evans," Traiver cut the old man off, "If I were you, I would be digging my own grave by now. Anyone here do know I do not share, or perhaps, do you want me to repeat it... repeat what happened from the previous man who tried to steal what is mine?" He smiled scarily.
The old man gulped. "I-I understand."
"Very well. Excuse us, then."
Traiver's grip on my waist tightened. I could feel it would leave bruises tomorrow. I don't understand what happened because I honestly wasn't listening well to their conversation. My mind was wandering all about food. I'm starving.
"Hey... uhm," I don't know how to address him so I just said hey. "You said we'll be getting food."
His eyes were darkened in what seems, bloodlust? His fangs were bare and his expression was dark.
But when he looked down at me, his eyes softened and turned back to normal, which is cold and indifferent. "Yes."
"Yay!" I squealed, not even caring what his facial expression was. I'm hungry and all.
I was practically dragging him towards the cater. I drooled while looking at various foods. A waiter handed me a plate. I took it from it and took all the food I wanted. I only put in a small amount of rice because I don't want to get full before the desserts. I took some viand too and I was literally grinning from ear to ear.
"Hold it, please!" I exclaimed and handed him my plate full of food. Traiver held it for me. I take another plate and put the desserts there before going towards the drinks.
"Hey, human."
"Hmm?"
"These are bloods. Do not take it."
I turned and looked at him, and went back to the drinks. "Is it blood?"
"Yeah."
I shrugged. "Okay!" I turned to the waiter. "Hi, what drinks do you have here aside from these?" I pointed to the blood.
"We only have wine, ma'am."
"Wines?! Oh, but I don't drink wine. My parents don't allow me." I pout. "Don't you have any juice?"
"We can get it for you, ma'am."
My eyes brightened. "Great. I would like to have a watermelon juice, but if there's none, any juice will do. Thank you!"
He nodded professionally.
We take a seat in the corner. "That's a lot. Are you sure you can finish it all?"
"No."
"Then why did you take a lot?"
"Because... you're eating with me?" I asked, unsure. Isn't he gonna eat? I thought he's hungry, too!
He raised a brow.
I made a peace sign and smiled sheepishly. "You'll join me, right? Pretty please?" I batted my eyes.
He pursed his lips as his brows furrowed. He looked at me intently for a few moments before he nodded and sighed.
I broke into a huge smile and I almost giggled in happiness. Yay! Finally, I could eat delicious food again and not just that! I won't be eating alone because he will join me!
The first thing I ate was the desserts—even though I told myself I will be eating the main course. But I could not just resist the temptation of eating these sweets! It made me salivating and crazy over it. I mentally thanked the chefs or cooks who made these delicious foods.
Looking up, I saw him staring at me. My mouth was full of food. I flashed a smile. "Thank you, Traiver!" I exclaimed in a nearly incoherent voice.