His blood bag 🩸 (moster!AU)

When monsters began to stand on a par with humans, without being exterminated and persecuted, it affected humanity in many aspects of life, simplifying many tasks that would require special skills not inherent in ordinary people. And in the military field, monsters were needed more than ever, due to their unique abilities.

The Shadow Company PMCs consisted only of vampires, which was quite convenient to maintain, since all soldiers had the same needs. Despite the fact that vampires were not afraid of garlic and reflected in mirrors, they still had a need for blood, even though they could eat ordinary human food. Therefore, to support himself and his soldiers, Graves had assets and connections throughout America and Europe in blood banks dealing with the sale and purchase of biological fluids for vampires and hospitals.

If Shadow Company soldiers could use packages from the storage at the base at any time, then Graves needed a constant source of blood most of the time, due to the fact that he spent his advanced vampire abilities more often and in greater volume (night vision, inhuman movement speed, hypnosis, creation of blades and shadow phantoms from his own blood and much more).

And finally, one of the largest blood banks in the United States still provided Phillip with a special VIP service. The bank was engaged in growing people of certain blood groups in order to sell them later on the terms of a contract to vampires. The price of such a person started from ten thousand dollars. However, the contract, when purchased, was quite extensive. A person did not have the right to kill, , abuse or use blood in quantities at which he could die. Otherwise, the blood bank has the right to write off a huge fine from the buyer and withdraw the person from him. If the contract lasts longer than ten years and both sides have no claims, a person can completely take possession of a vampire if he pays the same amount as he did when he bought it, but with the contract cancelled.

So, in the end, Phillip chose one of the best companions provided to him by the bank, at a price of one million dollars, with the first blood type. It's just perfect.

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The shadows of Phillip understood right away — whoever touches you, the commander will instantly take off his head. And so it will be with everyone, without exception.

You got along with the new "master" right away. Graves tried to make your life as comfortable as possible, often bought you gifts so that you would not get bored and distracted you with conversations and time together. It seems that even your room was the only bright and bright place on the base, besides, you grew up in "hothouse" conditions with a bunch of nannies, teachers and doctors, and now you are in the middle of nowhere with strangers. It was stressful.

You were sitting on the couch in Phillip's office, focusing all your attention on the iPad he gave you. The sensor of the collar worn by the bank on you was flashing, signaling your health status and blood counts. It was terribly boring to wait for the commander to return from the meeting. But soon, the door finally opened.

"Did you miss me, little mouse?" Graves smiled at you amiably, flashing his sharp fangs. "I urgently need to relax, damn it, these idiots drive me crazy every time." he sighed, sitting down on the sofa next to you.

"Pay me some attention, little mouse." Phillip leaned on your side, pressing his lips to the exposed area of the skin, about to bite.

Obviously, he was tired and hungry.