Hunger

Alistair was in his room, he was sweaty and shaking. He desperately tried to keep his hunger at bay. He needed to feed on blood urgently. He dared not go outside his room, he did not want to feed on any of his staff, they were like family to him.

"Lord Alistair, Lord Fife is here to see you", a servant knocked on the door and announced. He groaned inwardly, what did Fife want now? "tell him to come back later, I am busy", he ordered. He heard the footsteps of the servant which indicated that he was going.Some few minutes later, the servant came back. "Lord Fife has refused to leave, my lord. He has said he would stay till whenever you are free", Alistair wondered for the umpteenth time since he had met Fife, why he had to be so stubborn."what should I do my lord?", the servant enquired from outside the room."tell him to come upstairs to my room","yes my lord", the servant left.Soon, he heard a knock on the door."who is there","its me, your highness",Fife replied in a sarcastic sugary