It had been a little under a month since Azmaria had been hired when she walked in on her boss having a meal – from a Human, not a blood pack. Normally it was very easy to tell when he had a woman over because they moaned and cried out a lot. Unfortunately, this woman was rather quiet and barely even gasping. Azmaria would later find out that she was a mute named Naomi as she would end up being one of his regular meals. For the moment, however, she was just frozen in place.
Then embarrassment over-rode her shock and she turned beet read. Azmaria made a hasty retreat.
Half an hour later she returned very cautiously to find a smirking Zelmen sitting on the couch, watching her. Azmaria looked around, but the woman was nowhere in sight.
"You can relax. I'm done." He said, clearly amused.
Irritated by his amusement she walked in and was about to present the paperwork that she needed him to look at when he suddenly told her, "You have the week off."
Azmaria was thoroughly flustered and confused, though she suspected that the reason was her earlier reaction to him feeding so she started apologizing – and was cut off by his laughter.
After a moment he said, "That's not why. You're on your period; the smell's going to make me hungry."
She turned beet red for a second time that morning and quickly left after giving him the paperwork. What he didn't tell her was that something about the smell of her blood was enticing him to want to turn her into a Vampire. He silently tipped his head back and contemplated the ceiling, wondering why he would want to do such a thing. It wasn't something that he had ever considered doing to anyone else before. What was different about her that it brought out such a desire? He certainly felt no attraction to her (too thin and waifish with not even a hint of a properly womanly figure). He wasn't even especially fond of her, so why?
Why?