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human view on the whole blood taking thin g was actually quite accurate. The Lamia needed to feed off of the blood of a living creature to keep their own blood pumping around their body.  The Lamia Matris were not once upon a time humans who died and came back as the walking undead.  Their hearts had been beating since conception and that didn’t change until the final death took them from this world.
    The same could not be said for the Lamia Mortuorum…
    Jackson felt fine right now.  After all, he had only fed yesterday before they had set out for the drive to the Academy. However, give it a few more days and he would start to feel lethargic and sluggish. Then the time to feed would be upon him once again. It wouldn’t do for him to lose his edge now that he was due to start his training.
    The whole blood consumption process was nothing like you see it portrayed in the human movies and TV shows.  It wasn’t like they could suck it back from a blood bag that had cleverly been stolen from a local blood bank.  It didn’t work like that in the real world. The Lamia needed to feed directly from the vein, of a living human.  Animal blood didn’t work for them, either.  Or any other supernatural creature. It was only the blood of a human that would do.
    Jackson smirked to himself whenever he thought of how the humans described vampires as the ‘undead’.  How very wrong they were.  The Lamia were as alive as any of the other creatures on this earth.
    Well, most of them anyway…
    The Lamia Matris were the ones that were born this way.  They lived in a civilised manner, for the most part.  They were ruled by one leader and were protected by the Sons of Satrina.  The Matris community tended to stay together in one place, remaining within the location of one city where the Sons of Satrina could watch over them and keep them safe.  Sure, there were always a few that resented being confined to one place and set out on their own, but that was their choice.  The Sons could only effectively defend the ones that were around them.  If you went out on your own, that was your choice.  On your head be it – literally.
    In the past, the vampires were hunted right alongside other supernatural beings.  Anything that threatened the human way of life was exterminated.  Such as the witch hunts of years gone by.  Luckily, this was not something that happened with any regularity.  The Lamia tried to keep to themselves to keep suspicions to a minimum. 
    The Sons weren’t complacent.  The threat had arisen before and it was sure to again.  If a situation became a serious threat, there were plans to move the warriors and the rest of the community to a place of safety.  They would run rather than endanger lives. There were many places that were kept secret to ensure the safety of the race. Luckily, they hadn’t had to move for some time now and the community were pleased to have been able to put down roots. Brandestowen was home to them.
    The humans only saw what they wanted to see.  They didn’t see the being that lived peaceably beside them.  They saw only the monster that they feared.  All they saw were fangs and evil intent.  However, there is a very human saying – you should never judge a book by its cover. 
    The Sons of Satrina fought fiercely to protect their secret and their way of life.  If anyone was at risk of revealing their nature, then it was the Lamia Mortuorum and their careless ways.  The Sons had enough on their plate dealing with the Mortuorum without the added hassle of humans arming themselves with stakes, machetes and guns.  Plus, the Matris had no issues with the humans, therefore they were reluctant to fight back.  They were not the enemy.
    In truth, there was only one real enemy to the Lamia Matris.  The other supernatural beings in the world were of no concern to them.  There was no age old war with the shifters or the were’s. As long as each of the species kept to themselves, then