You
“You should drink this,” says a low voice at your side from somewhere out of the haze of dreams.
It’s Ziros.
Holding a glass of…orange juice?
Yeah.
It’s a good thing you made it to the store earlier, because your head spins as you sit up and take a careful sip, then several more.
It’s a good thing you got more juice.
“You gonna be okay?” He asks, watching you closely.
You groan, rubbing your eyes as you hand back the empty glass. “Probably?”
Slowly, the events of the evening tumble back.
You stare at Ziros, your face growing hotter as you remember everything in vivid detail.
Did that really happen?
“What’s the matter, human?” He asks with a teasing smirk. “Better be careful or I’ll start thinking you want more. And I don’t mean the juice.”
Oh. My. God.
It really did. It really happened.
You—
You blush, covering your mouth with one hand, and your embarrassment just makes Ziros grin wider.
Woah.
This all feels like a dream.
Not a bad dream, but a dream.
“How long was I out?” You ask, glancing at the windows. It’s still very dark, so hopefully not long.
“Maybe about half an hour,” Ziros says, watching you closely. “Not gonna lie, human. You had me on edge.”
You snap back to look at him.
Is it possible that under his smirky confidence, he was genuinely worried?
“Hey, don’t look at me like that,” he says, disappearing to get you another glass of juice. “You’d better drink this, too.”
You’ve never felt so exhausted.
Could it really be just the blood loss, or is it something more, too?
It feels like…
Like your life energy is drained.
“Is it normal to feel this tired after…” You pause, chugging more juice. “Uh, after blood drinking.”
