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“Drink, drink!” I say quickly, holding the mug in front of his face. He stares at it for a long moment, then blinks some more until his eyes focus.
“Wha…” he mutters.
“I did this for you,” I say, stepping to the side. “Since you didn’t like her alive. I killed her even though I’m not supposed to kill anyone so you can feed.”
His brow furrows, and he turns his head toward the girl. They widen, his mouth opens and I hurry to pour the dead girl’s blood into his mouth, but he sputters on it and spits it out. Then he lets out some kind of whining sound and shakes his head.
Then his body goes limp again.
This is turning out to be way more trouble than it’s worth. He’s been here a few hours now and has barely spoken any words to me. In fact, he’s being rather ungrateful, now that I think about it. Look at this damn mess!
With a sigh, I put the mug on the end table, then work on untying the girl, and I drag her into the bathroom and drop her in the tub. Then I hunt down my phone and call Kiza, who thankfully shows up twenty minutes later.
He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, taking in the scene.
“I’m not even going to ask,” he grunts.
I smile coyly, then point to the bathroom.
He shakes his head as he steps inside and makes his way to the bathroom. He stops when he reaches me, glancing down at the end table that is now covered in ten different coffee mugs, all filled with blood.
I didn’t want to waste it, so I sucked it off the floor with a turkey baster and put it in the cups for Felix.
The moment Kiza leaves, Felix will get to eat. Because at this point, I’m convinced the issue is his weakened state. Once I can get the blood into him, he’ll be better and he’ll wake up. Then he’ll thank me for all I’ve done because this has been so much work.
Maybe I can convince him to tell me how much of a good girl I’ve been. Yes, that would be really nice. That would make all this worth it.
While I waited for Kiza, I even fed hiscat. Though I don’t believe it’s a cat at all, but an alien that he’s somehow disguising as a cat. The thing is pure evil with his wrinkly skin and big bug eyes. And that sweater. Ugh…
I threw some smelly pieces of ham at it, and all it did was hiss at me, the damn thing.
When Kiza is done cleaning up the mess, he comes over to me and points a thick finger in my face.
“No more,” he grunts. I use my finger to draw an ex over my heart.
“Promise,” I say, but quickly cross the fingers on my other hand and put them behind my back. Because if my Felix needs to eat, I’ll do whatever I can to feed him.
I just may have to find another way to clean up the mess when I do.
Chapter Eight
Felix
I smell blood again.
Blood and death, stronger and fresher than last time.
And that’s concerning as hell.
Especially since I’m so damn hungry.
My stomach rumbles at the thought, and I know I’m closer to losing the hold I currently have on my behavior. Once I get over the hump of passing out right and left, that’s when it gets bad.
I can tell I’m there.
Teetering right on the edge, a new level of energy starting to wiggle inside just before it rushes to the surface. I can feel it, I’m right on the cusp. As my eyes slowly open, I know the only reason I’m not frothing at the mouth is because of the death I smell.
Blood without a life-source isn’t appealing, and it can make vampires pretty sick if they ingest it.
