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"You have got to be fucking kidding me, Eric. Why on Earth would you bring this back? It's not even good anymore. Over half of the blood is already gone," Pam snipped, placing one hand on her hip. Eric looked at her with an amused expression, but didn't answer. His focus was on the girl, who was barely wheezing out her breaths.
Typically, if he were to find an injured young damsel, he would simply feed her a few drops of his blood and watch nature's miracle happen before him, before reaping the rewards. The only thing that was stopping him now was the fact that this young damsel was with child, and appeared to be not much more than a child herself.
He didn't know what would happen, but assuming the unborn human was no bigger than an apple at this point, Eric's potent blood may just be too much for the fetus to handle. On the same note, if he didn't do something very soon, both mother and child would be lost.
Such a predicament, Eric thought without much worry. In both of the situations he had presented to himself, the child was in peril. But there was always the slim chance that he was wrong, and that the two of them would survive and return to perfect health.
"If that's not food, then what is it doing here, Eric?" Pam was getting ornery, and Eric was in no mood for her snarky attitude at this particular moment.
"How about you go out and find some lovely little dancer to satisfy your tastes," he looked to her and smiled over his shoulder, a cold display of teeth, and Pam huffed before turning toward the exit. Her heels clicked with every irate step until she was out the door.
Eric had to make a decision. The two heart beats had grown so slow, that he could count on both hands the number of seconds between each weak, shuddering squeeze. He drew out his fangs and tore into his own wrist, barely feeling the pain anymore. He held the bloody wound to the girls bruised lips, and used his other hand to persuade her mouth to open.
It was a few moments before he got a response, and when he did, he let out a breath he would never admit he was holding. He felt the girl's tongue flick out, gently licking the puncture wounds. She remained still, making no move to clasp onto his wrist like so many others had done, and when he withdrew his arm, she made no struggle for more of his delicious blood. A small pink tongue traced her lips and with a few hard swallows, her heartbeat was already much stronger than it had been just seconds ago.
Eric watched with intense curiosity as her wounds drew shut, and as her swollen face began to shrink back to normal, a small smile caressed her lips. How odd, Eric thought to himself. She didn't appear to remember anything she'd been through. In fact, the only thing she seemed concerned about was the light, metallic clank of the bullets being pushed out of her skin. Her eyebrows crushed together, and one delicate hand moved to the bump on her abdomen.
Everything appeared to have gone well, Eric thought, and left the room to get a warm wash cloth so he could clean her up a bit. He was gone only for a few moments, but when he returned, he found that the girl had awakened. Her eyes wide with horror, she trembled as she took in the dark, unfamiliar room, and now the stranger that was approaching her.
Eric was by her side in a flash, and when he spoke, she cut him off with a loud, terrified scream.
I know this is even shorter than the first one,
But it's just gonna have to do until I can get this moving along.
Updates are going to come slowly, as usual.
I have a busy schedule with the holiday season approaching.
Just know that I'll put these out as soon as I can get around to it.
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