Morticia studied the peculiar container filled with red liquid.
- Want to taste something new, cara mia?
Gomez followed her eyes and smiled. This place was really something else. Morticia turned and smiled back at him.
- Well darling, I feel thirsty. But not for blood. I was thinking about the hospital. You know how much I want do become a blood donor?
- Yes, my love. Gomez collected her hair in his hand and nuzzled her neck gently. His sweet wife, always such a philanthropist
- And the doctors never let you, do they?
- No, they don't believe I'm healthy enough.
- What a strange thing to say! You are a very healthy woman. In every way I can possibly think of. He winked at her.
- Yes darling, I know. But they worry about me...my weight and my pale complexion...
- Your hollow cheeks and your slow beating heart...
- Oh, I believe they are good people and clever doctors, but to claim I need the small amount of blood my body contains myself? When all I want is to share...
- Just think of all the car crashes, child births gone wrong and fatal operations-they need every drop they can get!
- Not to mention all the attempts on ax murder.
- Tish, your altruism sets my very own Castillian blood on fire!
He said it just load enough to make a couple suspicious looking pale women turn their dark heads towards him licking their red lips. Morticia noticed both their sickly looking lustful eyes and the glint of predator teeth behind luscious lips. She turned her head to meet their eyes, slowly and controlled. Her icy death glare made them busy with their phones. Nobody should dare to lust after her husband...or his blood for that sake, as long as she was around him.