Chapter 31

(Eleanor's POV)

The burning sensation in my throat woke me up in the dark. I pulled the blanket that covered my body then got out of bed, even though there was almost no light illuminating this place but I could still see clearly.

Nick is not next to me. A slight sense of panic interrupted this burning feeling. I swallowed my spit and walked towards the door, maybe Nick was in the living room.

Am I going to drink his blood again? The memory of the taste of his blood filling my throat a few hours ago made the burning worse, but a second later disgust followed.

Nick's blood ... didn't taste like blood at all.

It tasted like the most delicious thing that had ever touched my tongue. Hearing his pulse as his thick, warm stream of blood ran down my throat, I've never felt that good before.

But after I finished Nick seemed to keep his distance from me, he even tried to get away from me as fast as possible. Is he mad because I took too much blood? I swallowed my saliva again before turning th