Refugee (The Captive #3)(22)
“Most give it willingly, either by allowing us to feed from them or by donating their blood. Just as most vampires don’t like the intimacy and vulnerability that the exchange of blood can produce, neither do some humans.” Braith didn’t move his arm, but his firm jaw flexed as Gideon’s gaze dropped to the bite marks on his inner wrist. Gideon’s left eyelid ticked. “Though, the connection between a human and a vampire is never as strong as it is between two vampires. I’ve never allowed another to feed from me, and I have never fed from another. I don’t know many vampires that have.”
“What do you mean by donate?” she inquired. She knew what “donating” meant in her world. The people who were not purchased as blood slaves were taken to be drained of their blood, and their bodies were callously discarded afterward.
“It is given willingly here. If they do not care to give, they do not have to.” A small smile played at the corner of Gideon’s mouth as he lifted his goblet and swirled the liquid inside. Aria frowned and leaned over Braith’s shoulder to peer at the contents of his goblet. It was the color and viscosity of blood as it gleamed in the candlelight. She glanced up at Braith, who nodded briefly, confirming what she suspected. He didn’t seem to be enjoying it very much though as he’d only taken a few small sips. “There is enough for everyone to go around here, and we live in easy, relative peace.”
Aria sat back. “Relative?”
Gideon frowned as he nodded firmly. “There are always those that break the rules. I think you encountered a few of them on your way here.” He glanced pointedly to the bandages on her arms showing from the edge of the cloak that had slid back. “Humans are not to be hurt here, not unless they ask for it, of course.”
“So those humans in that section of town back there, and that girl at your home, they were… ah…”
“They are willingly there. We do not force humans to do anything they do not want to do, some simply have lustier needs than others, and they like to fulfill those needs. Besides, most of them are vampires, not humans, and we have far lustier needs, don’t we Braith?”
Aria fought against the blush creeping up her neck and across her cheeks. She was well aware of Braith’s needs, even if she hadn’t satisfied all of them yet. “Gideon,” Braith warned.
“She’s a big girl Braith, she can handle it, stop being such a bear.” Braith’s jaw clenched, his hands fisted on the table. Aria grasped hold of his arm; his biceps bulged beneath her hand as he fought the urge to punch Gideon. “There is a no tolerance policy here against hurting humans that are not willing and eager. Those offenders are dealt with swiftly. We do not kill our own kind, but we do not allow them to stay either. Although, most of them would probably prefer death to the banishment they are given.”
Aria glanced at her bandaged arms. Gideon was probably right, those pitiful creatures probably would have preferred death to the life of starvation and struggle they now endured. “And what are the rules for the humans?”
“They are the same for both species. Do no harm to others, no stealing, and no false accusations are to be issued. Our justice system is swift and decisive. The humans are also banished; most of them end up in the border towns where their rights are stripped away by the vampire’s presiding there. Some of us didn’t care for the king’s new rule, and fought to keep things the way they were. Others liked the idea of no longer hiding, of letting their cruelty reign, but they didn’t like the rules and tyranny of the palace. Those vampires reside in the border towns. You passed through one such town before arriving here, that’s how I knew you were coming.
“We trade human food, clothing, and other goods with them and in exchange they alert us when anyone may be coming to look for us. Though we do not actually hand them the humans that are banished from here, or deal in slavery, it doesn’t hurt that most end up seeking shelter and protection in the towns.
“The vampires within the towns are used to dealing with The Forsaken Ones, as we have started to call the banished, and are usually able to avoid them in order to reach us, though sometimes they do get lost. However, if they hope to keep receiving food they have no choice but to aid us. We need to know when someone is coming, or when the king has sent one of his raiding parties to attempt to find us. The Forsaken Ones are hazardous, and we’ve been having increasing problems with them lately, but they come in handy as a defense against the king’s soldiers, and other unwanted guests.”
Aria hadn’t realized what that town had been; it was a little unnerving to know they had been being spied on, and monitored, the entire time. “They asked to buy me though,” she blurted.
“No dear, it was Braith they were interested in. It’s been awhile since they’ve seen the prince, and they were a little surprised by his appearance. Though, they would have taken you if Braith had been willing.” Aria sat back, she was flabbergasted by this revelation. “Truth be told, we had once hoped that Braith would come here to do something about his father’s policies. We had given up that hope though.”
Gideon’s gaze was irritated as he turned his focus to Braith. “Why would you think I’d come at all?” Braith’s voice was hoarse, grating.
“You were never a malicious bastard like your father or Caleb. I thought you would eventually grow tired of the brutality, the unfairness of it all.”