A feminine chuckle escaped her throat, eager to feel the electric currents that Danny's blood would fill her with. Malena didn't have to feed every night, and even donors made good substitutes. But having a body that was hers to sup on at a moment's notice was the best thrill. She was one of the Masters that slaves were scared of. She used them the way she wanted, and most of the time the slaves liked it. The excitement and thrill from being at the top of the food chain made life stress free.
She stepped onto the staircase and waited, tapping the railway with a fingertip to announce her location. Some women needed the acrylic nails to look well tended, but the vampires always had the trick of immortality to look stunning, down to the sharp manicured nails. They also made a great weapon when needed.
"Danny," she beckoned again looking upstairs with expectancy. Her voice wasn't betraying the hunger she felt because Malena knew that Danny was on the submissive list and he'd show up eventually. But she'd get what she wanted sooner or later, and it had better be sooner if Danny knew what was good for him. After all, she had Castiel to fill her needs too. Her eyes darkened, becoming black pools of night and she wet her lips as she caught a whiff of Danny's sweat from upstairs.