Feeder.

*Andy’s POV*

“Seriously? Do we really have to argue about this every single fucking night?” a girls muffled voice could be heard coming from the pubs door.

“You’re too young to be in here && you know it!” The 600 pound, German door man spouted, he was sitting on bar stool that was propped up against the entrance door, keeping it open to get a breeze blowing. We were in New York, having played a couple night shows && done some press stuff we were headed back home tomorrow. We couldn’t sleep, so Ashley, Jinxx && I all walked down to this hole in the wall pub, we were slightly bored but couldn’t risk going anywhere with a lot of people. We hadn’t eaten since we got to New York, as we weren’t familiar with feeding customs && zoning here, so we were fending off the thirst till we got home in the morning. Ashley had never needed to abstain from blood before && for him it was proving to be excruciating.

“Jesus” The male bartender muttered. He was twig thin, wearing black dress slacks, with a white button up && a collar. His black hair spiked in every direction, a thin line of kohl rimming his eyes. “She’s with me, Hitler! Tonight, tomorrow night, a week from now, she’s with me! Quit your shit already!” A heavy German ‘Hmph’ could be heard for the entrance && then the clicking of heals as a girls started her way into the pub. She was around 5’4 with a tiny frame; her long electric red hair was stilled like Jessica rabbit. She wore a black dress the skirt proofed out with a few layers of tool, the front was a sweet heart style, but the fabric was cut into all the way down to her hips, the dress being held on by the 5 or 6 thick black straps that went across her back. She wore black studded 4 inch heels; with she still wouldn’t reach my shoulders. She also carried a leather hand back &&the collar of a leather jacket was crumpled into her left hand. She smiled wildly as she entered the pub, her pearly white teeth being perfectly framed with bright red lipstick. She walked right past the 3 of us sitting at the bar && let herself through the half door to get behind to the serving area. She pilled her stuff in a corner && kissed the bartender on the cheek, after acknowledging her kiss with a brief one arm hug he immediately started to pull down two shot glasses && yanked a bottle of José quervo off the shelf.

“Your dad could lose his liquor license if people found out you let a minor in here, Nate! How irresponsible- “Hitler was yelling. Nate, as it appeared his name was, just sloppily poured the 2 shots a smug grin on his face.

“She not even drinking! She comes to help me clean! Lay off, you fuckin Ogre” He handed her a shot, the bumped glasses && sloshed them back, slamming the both upside down on the counter.
“Oh yeah, she doesn’t drink here! Why have I had to carry her home multiply times! Her being too drunk to walk && throwing up every 3rd block!” Hitler continued, I guess he was done arguing because his words turned into angry mumbles, barely audible. The girl used her arms to prop herself up onto the bar, her legs crossed lazily at the ankles as she swung them back && forth.

“ Kia!” Nate snapped, nodding in our direction. Apparently chastising her for sitting on the counter when there were guest present. She looked over at us, looking us each over one by one. She smiled a heart stopping smile && asked something. I couldn’t hear her; I was watching how the veins in her neck moved as she spoke. She just stared at me, before bobbing her head slightly in my direction, still smiling sweetly.

I cleared my throat “Huh?” I asked pulling my eyes from her beautifully veiny neck. She chucked.

“You guys don’t mind, do you?” She asked.

“ Uhh, na” I said, Jinxx shook his head. Ashley just gulped, hard.

“Cool, thanks” She said. “ Nate’s going to go do some inventory, let me know if you need anything while he’s gone”Nate walked out of the serving area, grabbing his coat as he stepped into the cold New York night, Hitler barking something at him as he left. Kia sat still for a few seconds, using a black painted finger tip to rub out a grease stain from the acrylic-covered cedar bar top. Jinxx, knowing the silence was getting awkward, started a conversation with Ashley. The poor guy had to swallow a mouth full of beer every 4 seconds to keep his urges down. I just sat spinning a quarter on the bar top, laughing occasionally at Jinxx, He was talking about a woman in the Jimmy Kimmel audience, she was absolutely stunning && she wanted CC’s dick so bad. It was almost pathetic, her throwing her underwear on stage in the middle of a TV broadcast. Ashley wouldn’t been laughing too, had he not been starving, had Kia, who was now washing cups in a little sink a few feet in front of him, not smelled like absolute heaven.I should’ve been smart, I should’ve got up && left, taking Ashley to the hotel so he hadn’t done what he was about to do.

After about 15 minutes, Nate walked in. Holding several bags from ‘Walgreens’. Kia had refilled all our drinks a few times, the exchange could’ve been fatal, had Ashley not grabbed my knee when she handed him his beer. Jinxx && I always thanked her && smiled politely, but Ashley started with stone eyes, shaking. He looked like an absolute freak, a junky, desperately looking for a fix. Now that Nate was here I planned to pay up && get out but as he stepped into serving area, He shifted the non slip mat Kia was standing on, she lost her footing && fell, bashing her head open on the tile floor. The blood could be smelt instantly. There was quite a bit of screaming. Nate screamed for Kia, Kia screamed as she fell && Ashley howled, as he lunged over the counter, pulling her neck to his lips as he began to ravenously feed.

Nate started shouting obscenities, trying to pull Ashley off her, hitting him && kicking him in utter panic, to absolutely no avail. I grunted, banging my fists on the counter as I hopped over the bar, grabbing Nate by the hair && snapped his neck, he fell limp on the floor. Jinxx was already on Ashley, trying to pull him off of a screaming, writhing Kia. Jinxx being naturally stronger than dead twig boy he was having more luck && when I reached down && yanked Ashley up by the hair, the struggle was over. Kia was struggling to breath, she held at her neck && gasped, tears streaming down her neck. I walked to her && placed my boot onto her neck, about to crush her windpipe && end her suffering.

Ashley yelled “Wait!” He was panting, like he’d just run a marathon. “Can she live, like, will she heal?” He asked. I rolled my eyes, removing my foot to look her over, I kneeled down. Putting my hand at the back of her neck, I inspected her quickly. She looked into my eyes && begged. Not speaking but sobbing ass she wrapped her fingers tightly in my hair. She would live.I looked at her for a few seconds; she couldn’t have been over 18. Just a baby, a beautiful, bleeding baby. I already knew what Ashley was asking of me. He wanted me to say we’ll keep her, to use as a feeder back in Hollywood. She was shaking, from blood loss && fear. I looked up at Ashley. He looked at me with pleading, guilty eyes; he knew he could’ve potentially ended this girl’s life.

She was healthy, young with a whole life to live. In Hollywood, Vampire law dictated we can only mortally feed, or suck dry, elders or sick/injured people. Never someone young or healthy. You could however, have a feeder. 1 feeder human per 5 coven members.A feeder was young, healthy human, who lived with, was provided for && was under the protection of that coven, in exchange she belonged to them. In every sense of the word, her body, her blood, her thoughts && her time all belonged to them. It was suppose to be willing, but in this case we would be allowed to keep her as a feeder against her will in exchange for not killing her.

“Are you sure you want this? We’ll be responsible for her, for a long time. She’ll be a handful too, I’m sure” She was asleep now, her fingers still wrapped tightly in my hair, her chest heaving. Ashley nodded, still silently pleading. I looked down at her again; our new pet our new feeder. I sighed “Call CC && Jake, get the bus here quick, we can’t carry her down the street like this”

Notes

Review's would be greatly appreciated! Never written a varied- POV story before so I'd love feedback.

ALSO, pleased do not be offended by the focus on the German guy or Andy calling him "Hitler".. I'm German && found is amusing. I imagine Vampire Andy would have this kind of ruff, dry humor about him. Just take it with a grain of salt.