Chapter 18

Magdalena watched Elsa pace the small balcony through the dirty pane of the sliding door.  The woman may be getting up in years, but she still carried herself like royalty.  Magdalena wondered about the priestess’s heritage.  The high cheekbones that accentuated full shapely lips hinted of familiarity.  It haunted the vympire.  There was something important she needed to remember; something very, very important.

“Can I get you anything?” Jess asked as she knelt down in front of Magdalena and removed the scarf from her neck. “Are you hungry?”

The raw puncture wounds on Jess’s neck turned Magdalena’s stomach.   She’d never been this close to an open wound of a human for this long.  It was unsettling and truly a test of her endurance. 

“Please, no.  I don’t drink human blood,” Magdalena said with a wince.  “Cover your wounds.”