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My cheek restedon the cold toilet seat, my stomach already gurgling again even though it felt like I’d already puked up six times more blood than I’d ever had in my body.
Then again, I was a vampire, so I required more blood than most people.
The world spun around me.
My heart may as well have been in my stomach.
There were hand-written letters on my dresser for both of the living people who really mattered to me: my best friend Morgan, and my childhood friend Scarlett. I hadn’t seen the latter in years, but that wasn’t her fault. So, she still got a letter.
Mostly because I hated admitting to myself that the only person who cared about me anymore was Morgan. I wasn’t a shallow person, but I was dying alone, and there were no words to describe how awful that felt.
My father, who had raised me alone, deserved a letter more than anyone. I had written him one—and sobbed through the whole damn process, because he’d died a few months before I graduated high school so there was no way to send it.
The people who said time healed everything were full of shit. I would never forget that loss—or completely recover from it.
If anything, time had only made me certain of that.
With both my dad, and the mate fever.
My stomach churned, and my fingernails dug into the toilet seat.
There came a point in every vampire’s life where the blood of strangers could no longer keep them alive. Their body decided it needed one person’s blood in particular—and made them extremely sick until they found that person.
AKA, their fated mate. Soulmate. True mate. Permanent companion. Living blood bag.
It didn’t really matter what you called the person, but most of us knew the illness as the mate fever. It was the first part of the vampire mating process, and luckily, the next two weren’t nearly as shitty. Just extreme hunger and overwhelming lust.
Then again, to get to those next two parts, a person would have to survive the mate fever.
And… I wasn’t going to.
If I told Morgan I was nearing my death, she would’ve thrown me in the car and refused to go home until she found my fated mate.
That wasn’t how I wanted to die, so I didn’t tell her.
Honestly, I’d planned on getting to the hospital so she wouldn’t have to find my body, but… I didn’t think that was going to happen.
Not when I was this dizzy, and had already puked so many times.
No, I wasn’t making it to the hospital.
This was going to be my end.
I lifted my head as I vomited again, the room spinning around me as I retched and retched.
What a pitiful place to die; on the floor of a stranger’s bathroom, wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching underwear. I’d taken my clothes off because I was sweaty, not so I could die in lingerie.
It was too late to change, though.
I heard something that sounded like the front door opening below me, but the puking didn’t stop.
I was probably just imagining things anyway.
Morgan was in the forest at the moment, and the owner of the townhouse I was borrowing had never come by. I wasn’t even sure he knew I was living there, honestly. He was supposed to be a super-hot werewolf, but there were a lot of those in town. And this one was jaded, with a little kid, and a mate who had died before solidifying their bond.
So… no one was at the door.
