That sweet tang of trepidation proved to be my undoing. I don’t know how, but Gavin ended up on the ground, me atop him, my lips pressed to his neck. Before I could stop myself, I bit hard into his flesh to reach the blood teasing me below the surface. The first salty drop that hit my tongue had me groaning in satisfaction.
Ambrosia. I guzzled and gulped, slurped and sucked. The hunger in my belly finally abated. Turned out my taste buds were fine, and so was my appetite. I simply needed the right thing to satisfy, and that ended up being blood.
BLOOD!
As sanity returned, I realized what I did and recoiled, a tad too late.
Gavin lay on the ground, eyes wide open and unseeing.
Dead.
Fuck.
A glance around showed no one watching, that I could see. The late hour had most people in bed. The apartment complex only had a few glowing windows. Still, anyone could peek out and see me with the body.
I rose to my feet ready to flee to my apartment only to pause as a thought struck me.
If I left Gavin here, he would be discovered, an investigation would be launched, and seeing as how I’d had him arrested and charged, would likely be their prime suspect. His neck showed a distinct set of teeth marks and I’d seen enough CSI shows to know they could take a mold of my mouth and match the dentition.
I was so fucked. I’d murdered a man and would end up going to jail because I highly doubted a judge would care for my excuse. He was an asshole. Which explained why I’d killed him but not why I drained him of blood.
The epiphany hit me hard a second later.
I really am a vampire.
Because of Cillian.
By that logic, what happened here was his fault. Keeping with that same reasoning, Cillian, as a vampire who killed on a regular basis, must have resources to handle a dead body.
I’d no sooner completed that chain of thought than I grabbed Gavin’s arm and began dragging him to my place, only to realize I left a clear trail.
Fuck.
I frowned as I scuffed the marks with my bare feet and eyed the body. I’d been strong enough to stop Gavin from escaping me. Did I have the strength to carry? Only one way to find out. I crouched and snagged him by the arm, this time tugging and heaving Gavin over my shoulder. I grunted as I stood then staggered slightly under the weight as I treaded back to my place. But I did it. Look at me with super strength.
I dumped Gavin on my living room floor and then wondered how I could contact Cillian. I knew his last name and address. Would an internet search find his phone number? Doubtful. A guy like Cillian most likely kept his contact info unlisted.
I bit my lower lip. What should I do? I needed his help.
The drive to his place took a touch longer than expected because I got lost. When I did pull into the driveway, it appeared as if no one was home. I rang the bell anyhow, and just about jumped out of my skin when the hot stud answered quickly, looking as delicious as before in his white untucked shirt, unbuttoned enough to show a bit of chest, and snug slacks.
Handsome, that was, until he spoke. “I knew you’d be back.” He oozed smugness.
I chose to not slap him for it. Or at least not until we solved my problem. “Didn’t have a choice,” I grumbled. “I’m a vampire.”
“You don’t say.”
“Not funny,” I grumbled. “I have a bit of an issue.”
“Hungry?”
“Not anymore.”
“You drank the bag of blood I sent over?”
“No. It kind of got destroyed in my microwave” I admitted.
His brow arched. “Did the instructions not explicitly say to warm using a pot?”
