Blood That Binds

Everyone always told me I was crazy, so I believed them.But I was wrong, and so were they.I'm not crazy. It's the rest of the world that's blind to the monsters living among them. I should rejoice in my sanity, right? Wrong again. Being clinically insane would be better than reality. In that scenario, the only person who's in danger is me. Stolen from my life to be sold off to the highest bidding vampire to live as a blood slave would seem like the worst of my problems. Not even close.