mine." Her eyes dilated, filling with a sense of greed. "Or you'll be sorry."
I got right up and moved to sit three rows down, not wanting to be close to her. I wasn't afraid of her, but the greater the distance, the easier it would be to have a clear head and plot her mysterious death.
All those murder shows better help me now.
The door in the front of the room opened up and a tall man entered and slammed it closed.
His mean expression, unshaved beard, messy black hair, and overall appearance gave me the feeling he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It was only eight in the morning, so I'd give him some points for putting clothes on, but his uniform was buttoned wrong and his pants were inside out.
Wonder what kind shifter he is?
"Let's get this shit over with," he announced. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and a week's worth of rotten food hit me from all the way here.
I could see from the way the blonde cringed that she was regretting trying to pick a fight with me. What better way for karma to work her magic.
"Rules are simple. Y'all are stuck here. Don't cause shit. Mind your own fucking business and try to get along, 'cause you ain't getting out anytime soon. Lab checks are done for multiple reasons, one's you lot don't need to know about. If you're summoned, move your ass and get there. Prisoner 6452."
His gaze turned to the older woman. "Vampires get blood once a week unless stated otherwise. I was talking about the flesh ones."
Flesh?
I watched the woman smile brilliantly, the action emphasizing the wrinkles in her pale skin and her obvious white, sharp fangs. She had to be old for her wrinkles to finally come through — maybe a hundred and fifty years from what I recalled of Otis's explanation of the vampiric aging process.
"Do we get to choose?"
"Whatever is there and whoever is fast enough to claim first. Be advised, more females volunteer than males."
"I have no preference." She giggled, her eyes twinkling as they shifted from onyx black to a bloody red.
The lump in my throat was obvious, but I didn't dare swallow it, feeling as though I'd be that woman's breakfast.
Otis rarely drank from humans or other shifters. At least, that's what he'd told me. He only did it in emergency situations, like when he got seriously injured in a fight with some werewolf who claimed to need blood for his vampire girlfriend but was actually stealing it to sell to the black market of some sort.
I didn't make the rules in this place, but surely they could have gotten some blood bags or something?
As if reading my mind, the man followed up with, "I know you vampires enjoy the experience of sucking blood from a human. Even better with another supernatural. It's like drunk sex for both of you, correct? Seeing as you lot don't get privileges to get kinky in the sheets, that's as close to sex as you're getting."
I blinked away some of my shock, while the blonde giggled hysterically. "I want to volunteer! That sounds fun! Does the same go with dragon shifters?!"
"Dragon shifters don't need blood," he huffed. "Occasional exchange of flames can occur, but that happens once a year. We'll announce it if necessary."
"Oh, goody! I know who wants me as their flaming cupcake." She laughed again and sat up straight. I felt like I was in a classroom full of psychotic bitches.
"Moving on," he continued. "There are four levels. You remain on this one. The rest are off-limits. Psychic prison is big as fuck. Make sure you mingle with those in the uniforms you're wearing now. Anyone in jumpsuits is Level Two. Not harmless, so if you lose an arm, don't go crying to me."
He eyed the room for a few seconds, emphasizing his point with his judging eyes before he moved on.
"Level Three prisoners wear casual shit. The chances of you seeing them around are slim, but if you go to the underground cafeteria and come across them, good fucking luck. None of us are going to come and haul your mauled ass out if you're killed for messing with them. They can do whatever the hell they want here. They're owned by powerful people, some that are working with the damn President of United States, so don't bother trying to befriend them for power or some type of escape route. They like it here, and