Okay, that didn’t sound half bad, however… “Living together is a pretty big deal. I don’t even know you.”
“Do you know your current landlord?”
“No, but that’s different.”
“Are you always this argumentative?” he asked pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Not usually, but then again, I’ve never been a vampire before. Speaking of which, why did you bite me and make me into one?”
“Insanity?”
I stared at him and he sighed.
“I honestly don’t know what possessed me. I overheard you confronting that male in the parking lot and thought you brave, if foolish. And then when you faced the repercussions of confronting someone with no actual conscience, I felt sorry for you.”
“You pitied me.” My lips turned down. I shouldn’t have been surprised. After all, I wasn’t a gorgeous young maiden that would have men clamoring to be heroes.
“Trust me, I regret my weakness. You’re my first fledgling in over a hundred years.”
I blinked. “You’ve been alive a hundred years?”
“Three actually.”
“So you’re immortal.”
“Of sorts. I don’t age, but I can be killed. As can you. Although, the older you get, the hardier you become.”
“How come you haven’t made a baby vampire in a century?”
He grimaced. “Because they ask too many questions, for one.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to know what the fuck I should expect,” was my sassy retort.
“In the beginning, you should expect to be hungry quite often. You will be tired when dawn hits, as young vampires are very much affected by circadian rhythms. Avoid sunlight. Even overcast days that are too bright will burn your skin and the ensuing blistering will hurt. You will discover you’re more sensitive to sound and smell and your vision will become more acute. As you age, you’ll see as well in the dark as light.”
“Will I ever love pizza and other foods again? I tried eating, but nothing tasted right.”
“The changes to your physiology adjusted your palate. While you can imbibe pretty much anything, it won’t actually nourish you properly or appeal.”
“Meaning I’m now permanently on a blood diet and will have to find someone every night to suck on.”
“Not necessarily. I keep a fridge stocked with bagged plasma. For the times when you do crave something fresh, I know where to find willing volunteers.”
“There are people who want to be chomped on?” I shouldn’t have been surprised. People had all kinds of fetishes these days. Being gnawed on by someone with pointy teeth wasn’t the strangest, actually.
“They are more than willing and come in every flavor you can imagine.”
My mouth opened but before I could ask another question, he shook his head. “That is enough for now. I have other matters to attend to.”
“Your turn to munch on someone?”
“No. I drank when I rose. There is blood in the fridge if you get hungry. Just remember this time to put it in a pot for heating to remove the chill. No microwave. And try to not make a mess.”
“Yes, daddy.” I rolled my eyes.
A second later I found myself pressed against a wall, held up by the throat with Cillian glaring at me. “I’ve been more than patient because your creation was a lapse on my part, but the insolence ends now. I made you and can just as easily end you. Remember that the next time you want to speak to me disparagingly. Do you understand?”
I croaked. “Yes.”
