40 - Psychopath

~Diana’s Point of View~

“Just fucking end me already,” I hissed through my clenched teeth.

I was bound at the wrists and ankles with silver, completely unable to move. Three witches were attached to my leg, drinking my blood as my maker stood by watching with great satisfaction.

Vampires never freely gave their blood to a human unless the human’s life was in danger and they were someone in our personal circle. We didn’t just randomly help wounded humans since basic ones certainly didn't know what our blood could do.

For a healthy human to take a large dose of vampire blood and not for the purposes of being turned, was akin to madness. They would have abnormal strength and feel invincible … a bad combination. This usually led the person to think they were far more capable of doing something than they could actually do ... and usually they either killed a lot of people or created an incitement.

So long ago, Godfrey and I had ended Ketet, at least we were positive that we had. The last ti