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contains a lot of iron, in its most bioavailable form. That means it’s easily
    absorbed an utilised by our bodies. And those tablets I just gave you are high dose iron
    tablets.”
    Rebecca was frowning again. “Blood?” she whispered.
    “Yeah, you drank his blood. And then you stopped looking like a corpse.” Mark looked
    like he was enjoying himself. He’d slid down the wall, and sat on a thick rug with his legs
    stretched out and the kitten curled up in his lap.
    “I don’t understand,” Rebecca looked uneasy.
    “You’re a vampire, Sis,” said Mark gleefully, unknowingly hitting the nail on the head.

    Rebecca
    A vampire? What a ridiculous idea. I didn’t even eat meat, let alone drink peoples’
    blood! But here Mark, my own brother, was telling me that I’d drank Angus’ blood. The
    thought of that level of intimacy thrilled me, somehow, even as I knew I should feel
    repulsed by the concept. I pushed it away impatiently, trying to make sense of what he was
    telling us. I didn’t want to believe it all, but I looked searchingly at Angus’ face, and read the truth in his eyes, and heard the calm authority in his deep velvety voice.
    I sat for a few minutes, running over everything in my head. Intellectually it made a
    kind of bizarre sense, but I knew I would need some proof. As if he had read the question in
    my mind, Angus started unwrapping the bloodstained bandage that encircled his wrist.
    Mark leaned forward slightly, anticipation written all over his face. The bandages fell away,
    and Angus held his wrist out to us, palm facing up. There was an angry pink scar running
    along one side of it. I heard Mark’s sudden intake of breath, and looked up into his shocked
    face, and watched as it changed slowly to a kind of awed wonder.
    “What?” I asked impatiently. Mark spoke without taking his eyes off that scar.
    “That’s where you drank his blood, Rebecca. He cut his own wrist less than twenty
    minutes ago, and I watched the blood pouring out of it. And now it’s almost healed.”
    I glanced up at Angus’ face. He nodded once. I felt the blood rush to my face.
    “Did it hurt?”
    “Yes. We feel pain, same as everyone else. We just regenerate a lot faster.”
    “I’m sorry that you had to hurt yourself like that for me.”
    “I’m not.” His eyes were smiling at me again. I closed my eyes and imagined touching
    that beautiful face, running my fingers over his smooth skin. I shuddered as my body
    reacted to the thought, and opened my eyes again, trying to escape from where my mind
    was headed. I looked at Mark, but he was playing with the kitten again, wiggling his index
    finger as it pounced. I risked another glance at Angus. His eyes had darkened until they were
    almost black, and he was staring at me with such hunger and intensity that I felt
    momentarily afraid. And then he blinked, and that expression was gone, and he was smiling
    again.
    “Coffee?”
    “Yes, please,” said my graceless brother, still sipping his tea. Something occurred to me,
    a piece of the puzzle that was missing.
    “Yes, but how do we know that I am an iron…metaboliser?” I hoped I’d pronounced the
    term correctly. I also hoped that they weren’t going to ask me to cut myself to prove it. I
    wasn’t keen on that idea at all.
    Angus tilted his head to one side, and eyed me speculatively.
    “You can probably remove that cast now. I’ll bet your fracture has healed already.”
    “But it’s only been, what, six days since I broke it! It’s supposed to take at least six
    weeks to heal.”
    “I know. And I’m sure you haven’t noticed yet, but it doesn’t hurt anymore, does it.” It
    wasn’t a question.
    “No, it stopped hurting the day after it happened…” My voice trailed off.
    “Let’s take it off!” Mark sounded eager. I pulled a face at him.
    “I don’t see any plaster saws hanging around here, do you?” I was strangely reluctant to
    have any definitive proof that I was indeed