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for his work receiving a hand shake from the high chancellor soon after. The applause continued as a gold chalice was filled with the blood of each bowl and was passed to the high chancellor. He stood and raised the chalice high in the air before drinking it down in one large gulp he let out a great and unholy scream as the remainder of the blood dripped from the side of his mouth.
    “May the feeding of our generation begin,” He exclaimed as the vampires began to gorge at an unrelenting pace.
    Jack had been trying to sleep for the majority of the time since he had spoken to the high chancellor but it was not working he had been tossing and turning in a cold sweat for hours, the face of the girl haunting his dreams. She pleaded with him and begged wondering why he was doing this to her. He saw the house burnt to the house and the faces of her family and how he had brutally killed them and for what? It had no purpose. He was fine with killing for a reason, in fact it was something that he enjoyed, but when it had no purpose no meaning then it didn’t sit well with him at all.
    He could hear the vampires feeding downstairs . Their screams resonating in his head as he lay there. At least someone was having a good time tonight he thought as he dragged himself from his bed and threw his clothes on. Looking at his pocket watch he realised that it was time that he did what the high chancellor had told him to do, regardless of if he wanted to or not it had to be done. He was beginning to realise that it had been born to serve.
    Jack walked down the empty hallways of the feeding house , the sounds of the vampires feast far off in the distance. It was empty and a dead silence filled this part of the house, he turned into the hallway where the girls room was he could hear a quiet sound. It was muffled but he wasn’t sure what it was. It sounded almost like someone was talking. As he approached closer Jack stopped outside the girls door. He could hear what the sound was clearly now. The girl was singing to herself. She had a beautiful voice. It was the voice of pure innocence as she sang on Jack stood there lost in a world of melody, his heart swimming. There was a vague familiarity to the song she sang giving Jack a strange sense of comfort and security. Little did he know but this was the song that his mother had sung to him as a baby before he was taken away, before the vampires came for him it was the song she had sung him to get him to sleep, when she needed to comfort him.
    Jack snapped out of it and shook his head trying to gather his thoughts and get back on track with what he was supposed to be doing. He opened the door slowly so as not to startle the girl. She looked up at him from the bed where she had tucked herself in, ready to go to sleep. She still held the doll close to her chest, hugging it to gain a sense of wellbeing and security.
    “Annie’s not happy with you,” she said boldly as she scowled at Jack it was obvious by her body language that Annie was the name of her doll.
    Jack decided to humour the girl for a moment “Why’s Annie not happy with me then?” He’d never spoken with a child before but it seemed to come fairly naturally to him. He felt at ease.
    The girl looked dead into his eyes and replied with a voice like thunder “Because you killed my family.”
    Jack felt no reply to that . Every word hit him like a hammer to the chest. The girl had blatantly taken to talking through her doll as a sense of security to say what she really felt and it was true there was no reply to that. Those four words “You killed my family” were the perfect synopsis to what he had done what he had become and now what his role in life would be for the rest of his life.
    “I do what I’m told to it’s my job not my choice,” Jack wondered instantly after speaking why he had even bothered after all he didn’t have to explain himself to this girl, to his master’s food, but curiosity and regret had filled his