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incredulous look. “How can you believe I would do that?”
She plucked at her T-shirt. “You changed my clothes.”
“Well, yes. But I tried not to look.” His gaze drifted south and his mouth curled up.
His attempt had obviously failed. She waved a hand to snap him out of the dreamy-eyed trance he’d fallen into. “Hey! Pervert!”
That got his attention. He stiffened and his eyes flashed with anger. “I didn’t molest you, Vanda.”
She pointed at the bed. “You changed my sheets.”
“I had to. They were covered with…stuff.”
She gasped again.
“Not mine,” he growled. “Now, sit down and listen.”
She remained standing so she could glare at him. When she crossed her arms over her chest, the soreness made her wince.
His annoyed expression changed into concern. “Are you all right? I checked for broken bones and you seemed okay, but I was worried you might have some cracked ribs.”
Her skin chilled with goose bumps. “What happened—” A hunger pain slammed into her gut, nearly doubling her over. The room swirled around.
“Hold on.” Phil scrambled across the bed and caught her by the shoulders.
“No.” She pulled away and stumbled, nearly falling down. He smelled too good, with his blood coursing rapidly through his veins. Her gums tingled. “I need to eat.”
Her hunger was always strongest when she first awoke. She weaved toward the foot of the bed and recognized the scent of blood. Strange blood, not human.
“Vanda.” Phil grabbed her arm. “You’re too weak. Lie down, and I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
Another hunger pain shot through her, and she wrenched herself away. “Dammit, Phil. Get away from me or you’ll be my breakfast.” She lunged around the end of the bed.
“Aaack!” She stumbled back.
Phil caught her from behind, clasping her upper arms.
There on the floor were her purple sheets. And in the middle was a pile of bloody cut-up snake. Her purple pajamas lay in the pile, slimy with snake guts and blood.
She struggled to breathe. Her body started to shake.
“Don’t worry,” Phil said behind her. “It can’t hurt you anymore.”
The room spun around, a room filled with snake guts and horrific imaginings. Her knees buckled, and Phil swung her up into his arms.
“Vanda?” The bedroom door swung open to reveal Cora Lee in a pale pink nightgown, holding a glass of synthetic blood. “Oh, I didn’t you realize you had comp—” Her gaze dropped to the mutilated snake. “Eek!” Her glass tumbled to the floor, spilling blood as it went.
“Why on earth is everyone screaming?” Pamela barged inside. “Aack!” Her teacup fell to the floor, too.
Vanda covered her mouth as her stomach churned. She’d never experienced such an awful mixture of hunger and nausea at the same time.
“Go back into the living room,” Phil ordered her friends as he carried her to the door. “Can you fix Vanda some breakfast? She’s very weak.”
“Of course.” Pamela rushed back to the kitchen, her long blue nightgown rustling around her legs. Cora Lee followed close behind.
While they warmed up more synthetic blood in the microwave, Phil settled Vanda on the leather couch.
He sat beside her. “Are you all right?”
She shook her head. She closed her eyes, but the image of the cut-up snake was still in her head.
“Here, dear.” Pamela pressed a warm mug into her trembling hands. “This will soon have you feeling up to snuff.”
Vanda took a small sip of bland Type O. When it didn’t threaten to come right up, she took another sip.
Cora Lee sat across from them in the blue upholstered chair and drank from her new glass of synthetic blood. “Now what in tarnation is going on?”
Vanda shuddered. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Phil stretched an arm across the back of the couch and patted her shoulder.
“Indeed. We must be apprised of the situation forthwith.” Pamela sank gracefully into the matching blue chair. As a Vamp dating back to
She plucked at her T-shirt. “You changed my clothes.”
“Well, yes. But I tried not to look.” His gaze drifted south and his mouth curled up.
His attempt had obviously failed. She waved a hand to snap him out of the dreamy-eyed trance he’d fallen into. “Hey! Pervert!”
That got his attention. He stiffened and his eyes flashed with anger. “I didn’t molest you, Vanda.”
She pointed at the bed. “You changed my sheets.”
“I had to. They were covered with…stuff.”
She gasped again.
“Not mine,” he growled. “Now, sit down and listen.”
She remained standing so she could glare at him. When she crossed her arms over her chest, the soreness made her wince.
His annoyed expression changed into concern. “Are you all right? I checked for broken bones and you seemed okay, but I was worried you might have some cracked ribs.”
Her skin chilled with goose bumps. “What happened—” A hunger pain slammed into her gut, nearly doubling her over. The room swirled around.
“Hold on.” Phil scrambled across the bed and caught her by the shoulders.
“No.” She pulled away and stumbled, nearly falling down. He smelled too good, with his blood coursing rapidly through his veins. Her gums tingled. “I need to eat.”
Her hunger was always strongest when she first awoke. She weaved toward the foot of the bed and recognized the scent of blood. Strange blood, not human.
“Vanda.” Phil grabbed her arm. “You’re too weak. Lie down, and I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
Another hunger pain shot through her, and she wrenched herself away. “Dammit, Phil. Get away from me or you’ll be my breakfast.” She lunged around the end of the bed.
“Aaack!” She stumbled back.
Phil caught her from behind, clasping her upper arms.
There on the floor were her purple sheets. And in the middle was a pile of bloody cut-up snake. Her purple pajamas lay in the pile, slimy with snake guts and blood.
She struggled to breathe. Her body started to shake.
“Don’t worry,” Phil said behind her. “It can’t hurt you anymore.”
The room spun around, a room filled with snake guts and horrific imaginings. Her knees buckled, and Phil swung her up into his arms.
“Vanda?” The bedroom door swung open to reveal Cora Lee in a pale pink nightgown, holding a glass of synthetic blood. “Oh, I didn’t you realize you had comp—” Her gaze dropped to the mutilated snake. “Eek!” Her glass tumbled to the floor, spilling blood as it went.
“Why on earth is everyone screaming?” Pamela barged inside. “Aack!” Her teacup fell to the floor, too.
Vanda covered her mouth as her stomach churned. She’d never experienced such an awful mixture of hunger and nausea at the same time.
“Go back into the living room,” Phil ordered her friends as he carried her to the door. “Can you fix Vanda some breakfast? She’s very weak.”
“Of course.” Pamela rushed back to the kitchen, her long blue nightgown rustling around her legs. Cora Lee followed close behind.
While they warmed up more synthetic blood in the microwave, Phil settled Vanda on the leather couch.
He sat beside her. “Are you all right?”
She shook her head. She closed her eyes, but the image of the cut-up snake was still in her head.
“Here, dear.” Pamela pressed a warm mug into her trembling hands. “This will soon have you feeling up to snuff.”
Vanda took a small sip of bland Type O. When it didn’t threaten to come right up, she took another sip.
Cora Lee sat across from them in the blue upholstered chair and drank from her new glass of synthetic blood. “Now what in tarnation is going on?”
Vanda shuddered. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Phil stretched an arm across the back of the couch and patted her shoulder.
“Indeed. We must be apprised of the situation forthwith.” Pamela sank gracefully into the matching blue chair. As a Vamp dating back to
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