Novel & Cerita Female Feedee

Her voice was dead serious, in a way I’d never heard before. "It's folic acid," I said, putting down my coffee, confused. "Vincent said this brand was the best. You know we've been trying for years." The color drained from Sarah's face. "No, Elena. This isn't folic acid. It's Loestrin. It's birth control." The world stopped. I stared at her, waiting for the punchline that never came. "That's impossible." My voice trembled. "Vincent gives it to me himself. He said…"

I decided to believe the latter. Dr Abbie was eyeing me with almost as much apprehension as I was her. I guess she remembered my reaction to her the last time. "How are you feeling?", She asked. I gave a small shrug. "Fine." "Do you want to talk about what happened?" "No." Silence as both she and Lucas stared at me. "Okay then." She stared with some thought at the discarded IV needle without saying anything. "I've prescribed some iron pills and other supplements for Luna", she said, choosing to turn her attention to Lucas. "She's one step away from an iron deficiency and it would seem her diet is lacking."

“A feeder is a human captive kept as a continuous source of blood. The host drinks the feeder's blood regularly, never biting deeply enough or taking enough blood to turn the victim vampire. The blood is allowed to replenish itself before the vampire drinks again, giving him or her a personal, never-ending well of blood. I would think it to be a nightmarish existence, caught between the world of the living and the world of the undead.” Leesa shivered. The thought chilled her own blood.

“Bonnie, you want a snack?” The little girl’s attention flickered away from the doll, and she practically ran to Faye, like she was starving. Cadence watched in amazement, and slight horror, as she downed it through the straw-like top. “Where does—” Cadence began. “Donations,” Faye assured her. “We encourage the humans who work at headquarters to donate. We also purchase blood that is about to go bad from blood banks.” “Fascinating,” Cadence muttered.

Zach carefully leaned Zayla against his chest, picked up the bowl of freshly stewed chicken soup from the table, and blew away the rising steam. "You must be starving. You're still so weak—you need something nourishing," he said. "I want the chicken soup Joey used to make," Zayla whispered as she settled into him. "Her soup was always perfect for me. If I have that, I'll have the strength to bring our baby into the world." As she spoke, her hand absentmindedly brushed against his.