“Not going to try to run away again are you?” Davincent asks, eyeing me critically, or hungrily, take your pick.
“I don’t think so,” I said, sitting up carefully, my head still throbbing. “Where am I?”
“What a typical question to be asking. You, Fae, are at headquarters.”
Hm, ok. “So… why aren’t I dead yet?” I ask.
He lets out another cold laugh, “My dear Fae, we have no intention of killing you- and to answer your next question, my orders were to not convert you, so no, you are not a vampire now.”
Well, he seems fairly open to answering my questions so I guess I’ll go ahead and ask a few more. “How does that work? I thought if you survived a vampire bite you were one.”
He shook his head gravely, “No, there are 3 types of bites: The Snack, The Convergence, and The Kill. You were bitten with The Snack, the sideaffects being only temporary unconsciousness.”
“Bitten by you,” it was a statement, not a question, but he nodded all the same. Ok, now for the big one, “Why do you call me Fae?”