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the rest they physically could just to keep up.  He’d hoped that when he left school that he’d be leaving all the rules and regulations behind.  No such luck.
    “No, thanks man. I’m good. I’m going to chill out here for a bit.”
    The other guys looked at each other for a moment and burst out laughing.  “Jax, we didn’t mean that we were hungry.  We’re thirsty! Didn’t you hear what they said? It’s on demand!” Dylan (he was pretty sure that was his name) looked like he had never tasted blood before in his life.  He was like a kid getting ready to go to a candy shop.
    “Honestly, I’m all good. You guys go on ahead. Knock yourselves out.”
    Dylan and the other guy momentarily looked confused.  They obviously thought that he was wasting this perfect opportunity. Jackson wasn’t in the mood, or the need, for it. They had all been informed earlier that there were always willing human donors on the premises to whom you could go to for sustenance.  Jackson wasn’t about to abuse the hospitality by going when he didn’t need to.
    The humans on site were primarily females who had been born into families that had served the Matris for several generations.  They willingly donated their blood to keep the warriors of the race fit and healthy.  They were treated like royals here with their own guards, luxurious living quarters and having everything their hearts desired. In return for the blood they donated, they wanted for nothing.  Jackson respected their presence here and didn’t want to run down there just for fun.
    For Jackson, feeding fit into two neat little boxes.  Either it was something that he had to do out of necessity, or it was a personal thing that you shared with someone special. In his own mind, running around and feeding just for the hell of it didn’t make you any better than the enemy that they fought.  The Lamia Mortuorum had no respect for life. They were the scum of the earth that fed at will, taking the innocent and ruining lives.
    Not that the thought that way about the guys at the moment.  They were simply excited to explore their new surroundings and, like little kids, they wanted to try everything out at once. Jackson didn’t blame them for their exuberance, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to participate.
    “Whatever, man.  It’s cool. Come on, Jase.  Let’s roll.”
    Jackson thought that they might have gone all macho on him and given him a hard time about it, but they just ran out of there with half-hearted waves over their shoulders.  Clearly, their attention was fully on quenching their thirst.
    He watched them run out of the room and then closed his eyes for a moment, massaging his temples. This headache was going to be a killer if he didn’t get some sleep soon.  He didn’t need to feed.  He needed to learn a way to block out the noise. And fast.

Chapter Two.
     
    Jackson had never had a problem with what he was.  Or what he had to do to survive.  It was normal for him. He was a vampire.  A creature of the night. A monster that the humans made horror films about.
    None of that bothered him in the slightest. Mainly because he knew that it was mostly bullshit.  Sure, they didn’t go out in the daylight hours, but it wasn’t because they burned to a crisp pile of ashes or anything like that.  It was simply because their eyes were super sensitive to sunlight.  In fact, they could go out and spend all day in the blazing sun if they chose to, but it wasn’t worth the pain that they suffered afterwards. Imagine your worst ever migraine, times it by a million or two and then you have a small idea of what the sun can do to a vampires eyes.
    The humans got it wrong when they decided that vampires were immortal. They’re not . Vampires are mortal creatures who could be killed or wounded just like anyone else. They just have the benefit of supernatural speed and strength on their side, which helped them to avoid lethal situations. 
    Actually, the