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And I just cannot handle it when they tilt their heads just a little, making that jugular fill up underneath their skin. One of the rules for my journey was that I was not allowed to drink any human blood. Yes, Damien had to make sure of that for me. After all, I could just have my fill and compel the human to forget everything. The first few days were the hardest to control the urge. But I think I have my urges in control now. I usually force myself to focus on something completely different and go into an overthinking spiral. Yeah, it turns out that overthinking can be useful at times.

Even when my mother had passed away, I was too young to remember anything. Alice's words echoed in my mind and that led me to ask, "Did you...?" 'drink her blood' remained implied. Damian answered promptly, "I don't prey n humans". At this point, it was difficult for me to believe anything he said or claimed. "Then how...?" I prodded.

Yes, blood in various preparations from different dishes. But they still provide human food such as beef, french fries, burgers, and even alcoholic beverages. And now Michelle is still dumbfounded, while Damien has given the keys to her sports car to the Vallet Mall clerk to find him car a place to park. Michelle still does not believe that all the visitors to this mall are vampires. Of course, there was a little bit of fear haunting her mind, but Michelle snapped out of her fearful reverie when Damien gave his hand to hold. And Michelle shyly put her hand around his arm, made Damien smile.

I revealed. The bartender placed a bottle of beer and Scotch for me before I pulled out the blood bag. “I guess it’s more for me.” I said as I mixed the blood into the drink and grabbed the bottle and drank. I breathed out with joy as I dropped the bottle on the table while Azreal sipped his beer slowly. “You know, you still haven’t told me what demons eat?” I asked as Azreal dropped his beer. “Why do you still want to know?” He asked as I supported my head on my palm.

Damien felt a strong sensation in his body and an urge to bite into her skin and drain out her blood, the anger in his face disappeared and his blue eyes turned red immediately, he was confused and couldn't explain what was happening to him. "I'm sorry for the trouble she has caused, I apologize on behalf of the Shadow falls pack" Carl said to him and immediately he came back to his normal self, the drinks she spilled on him wasn't much so he decided not to change his Clothes. He sat down at the table which was prepared specially for him and he was thinking so hard, his head was filled with thoughts of the lady he crashed into, her beautiful face and eyes that looked as if she was sad and ti

I let go, losing myself in him for a minute before pulling apart. “I love you too,” I pant. “Now, onto the fun part of trying to undo my spell.” “I really do mean it when I say you are too merciful. I would have ripped his heart out and drank the blood straight from it years ago.” “Yeah, well, I don’t drink blood.” “Used it for a spell.” “Murder isn’t my thing.” “Murder can be very therapeutic.” I raise my eyebrows. “So is solitary confinement, from what I’ve been told.”

I gazed at him, moving my hands, begging him to cure me, and saying that it was the only way I could fight those men that violated me. Freyer burst into laughter, mockingly, like he was undermining what I had said. “What do you think you’re saying huh? Even if I cure you, you will not live long. My blood is very dirty, just as dirty as the gutters. You can say it is toxic. And anyone who drinks my blood does not live, it kills them instantly.” My heart sank as he realized what he was saying. There was no chance for me to survive, or even get my voice back.

For a moment, I could see the innocent little boy he must have been, before someone had flipped the kill switch in his brain and turned him into a lunatic, albeit a funny one. The sun had just dipped below the horizon by the time we finally finished the Jeffrey Dahmer series, much to my relief. It was around episode four when I had started to feel the burgers in my stomach threaten to come back up. “I think it’s time for me to go to bed.” I yawned, standing from the couch and stretching out my arms and legs. “I’ve got paperwork to do.” Dean groaned. “But I’ll be staying in the room next door to you, so don’t freak out if you hear anything during the night.”

He looked at the city for a long time, then went to the refrigerator, took out a bag of fresh blood and poured it into a glass, and sat down to enjoy it. He felt poor Samson. From the day Samson left the city, he could only drink dried blood diluted with water. Compared to fresh blood, dried blood is not as delicious. Harvey used to sit by the glass door and enjoy his meal. Sometimes, when people in the apartment opposite saw him, they just assumed he was drinking wine. When the glass of blood ran out, the cell phone next to him rang. - Harvey, are you coming? I finished my makeup. Do I need to wear a dress the same color as your suit? – Aurora's voice sounded as soon as Harvey pressed the l

The first thing they smelled when they entered the room was - BLOOD. In the room a bulb was present which was lightening the room and there in that one corner, a half dead figure of Damon was present who was sitting on the floor, hand tied behind his back, blood flowing out of those four bullet holes. " Bloody pig," Ivan murmured, looking at half dead figure of Damon with anger. He was unconscious. " Wake that pig up," Ivan ordered and Elijah took a bottle , which was present on the table ,near the door. " Wake up," Elijah roared, throwing some amount of the liquid ( which was present in the bottle ) on Damon's injured calf muscle and Damon immediately screamed because of unbearable pain. Th