Michael sat at his desk in his study reading a very large book. If he wasn't flipping through the pages faster than the human eye could see you'd almost think he was human. But Michael wasn't human not in the slightest bit. He was a vampire and not just any vampire. He was the oldest of all vampires in the world making him their king. He didn't look that old though he was 27,000 years old he looked to be a young man of 20. He had long, straight brown hair that swept into his eyes often, gorgeous but eeriely pale gray eyes that were almost colorless, and a face that most guys would love to have with just a wisp of moustache and beard. He was a tall man built not stocky but not skinny either. He always seemed to be wearing the same thing a black doublet that had a sigil depicting a giant holding a bloody heart while screaming with rage and a pair of black dress pants. As Michael was finishing the book a knock came to his study door. "Come in." He said his voice was deep but not so deep that it rang out anytime he spoke. The door opened and a man came in towing something behind him. "My Lord, your new slave has just arrived." Michael turned his head to look at the creature. What he saw made him shiver with excitement. She was beautiful with creamy, white skin, long,  light purple hair, and eyes so black you could lose yourself in them. He came over and looked at her more closely. He realized she was a completely unclaimed human virgin to the touch of a vampire. He grinned most viciously as he felt the need to claim her right then and there. So that's is what he would do. He leaned down next to her and whispered. "Hello, my beauty? What is your name?" He kept coming closer not giving her the chance to answer, feeling her begin to withdraw from him. "Don't be afraid now darling." With that he sank his fangs into her neck and began to drink from her slowly only a tiny bit per swallow so as not to kill her. He did nothing at all to produce endorphins so that the bite would be excruciating for her.