Anthony stared at the warm dark red liquid that fell from his chin and on to the licked his lips remembering what it .His life depended on it,if he didn't feed he would die.
He felt like a monster when he took his first drink from a teen girl nearly two weeks ago,but he has less consern about who he drinks only person who he would never use is Ian.
Anthony turned the door handle to the back door and hoped Ian was not stepped in the house and looked around.
Everything was slowly closed the door and walked to the bathroom without turning the lights he locked the door he reached for a towel covered by took it and wiped the blood from his face.
He did this in the bathroom because he knew Ian would not come in here like he would if he did it in his room.