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There have been rumors going around about those that drink AB blood would become addicted. Scientists, including Frankie's brother Edward, have published the results of studies done on vampires that only drink one type of blood. The results always came to one common conclusion: AB blood types are the most addictive, and to those vampires that try to quit without help, there would be terrifying withdrawal symptoms.
Whether Frankie was one that believed it was a ruse made by the rich so that they would get the most delectable blood for themselves, or whether he was in denial, was not what mattered to him. Blood, her blood, was all he cared about.
In the morning, he would go to the kitchen a have a cup of her blood. After a shower, with vodka (something Vera had introduced and, consequently, gotten him addicted to shortly after her arrival), after a workout, and even before he went up to bed he'd have another cup. It was as routine to him as anything else. He could easily say it was due to his vampirism, that it was just something he had to do, but there was a growing desperation in him that turned into anger and he had no qualms about unleashing it on the unsuspecting human in the vicinity.
Words were exchanged and he felt his fangs lengthen just a bit as he glared at her.
She trembled and a familiar smell of fear filled his nostrils.
"Frankie, please," she cried, backing up against the wall and soon he felt something pressing against his stomach.
He looked down.
"I-I made this for you today," she said quickly, the blood being pressed in the bag, making a white space appear between her thumb, the bag, and her index finger. "I was planning on replacing the other bags, but it takes a lot longer than I've been accustomed to. It..."
Taking the bag, he felt her hands and noticed they were thin and pale, the warmth he had felt radiating off her was almost gone.
"I'll go fill the other bags, then, alright?"
Her lips curved upwards in a weak smile and she quickly excused herself to her room, where the equipment for her donations were kept.
That was the first time in three years that Frankie had lost all desire to drink blood.
note: sorry for the long wait. i've had this chapter written since forever ago, but haven't had the time to update at all. so sorry. hope you all enjoyed it.