There was another note waiting for me on my door, the white paper laughing in my face.
I balled my hands into fists as I marched down the hall and ripped that fucking thing off my door.
Part of me wanted to throw it out immediately.
But I needed to know what it said, so I unfolded it and started reading.
Finn,
I’m sorry if I scared you, that was never my intention. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, I just want to see you getting better.
The good news is your iron levels are improving. Keep up the good work!
How?
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
How the fuck did he know anything about my iron levels?
I looked to the left, then to the right, but the hallway was blissfully empty, just like it usually was, so I quickly entered my apartment and threw the note on my kitchenette counter.
Were there any hidden cameras?
How did he get to me?
Did he actually test my blood, or was he playing tricks on me?
My hands were cold and shaking as I made quick work of undressing. If he’d drawn my blood, there had to be a needle mark somewhere. And I’d sure as fuck find it.
Not wanting to scare me, my ass. Each fucking note got progressively creepier.
Chapter 13
Eric
The night was pitch black, the new moon and stars hidden behind dark, looming clouds.
Everything was damp, the air tasting like rain already, and there was a sense of urgency among the human folk hurrying along the streets. No one took the time to linger in these parts of town anyway, but today they were walking just a tad faster than usual, as if sensing the upcoming change of weather. And maybe they could. After all, I was keenly aware of the fact that it’d start pouring in the next five minutes.
However, while they were desperately trying to escape the cold dampness, I was unbothered by it, welcoming it even. The cold couldn’t get to me, not like it used to when I was human.
And nights like these?
They were perfect for hunting.
No one cared about anything or anyone except for getting home as quickly as possible. And once it started raining, the surprised gasps of my snacks would be drowned by the rain.
I just needed to find a target.
Which was harder to accomplish than usual.
It wasn’t even that there were no prospects. No, there were plenty of people. It’d be so fucking easy to grab someone when they hurried past the alley I’d chosen as my hunting spot for the night. I could hear them coming, could sense them. Their rapid heartbeats, their huffing breaths. The alluring scent of their blood pumping through their veins.
No, it wasn’t for lack of opportunity.
My heart just wasn’t in it, not since I’d tasted Finn. His blood was divine. Utter perfection. Ambrosia.
Bottled up, it’d probably sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars. A rare delicacy.
