To know what it felt like for him to sink his fangs and cock in me, dammit. Just because he’s hot and you’re attracted to him doesn’t mean you can trust him, I lecture myself.
So I knocked him out until I could control us both. That annoyingly sexy, accented voice had been working, so yes, boot nap for him it is as I head back to the hotel to think over my next few moves. I know I need to let him feed, but the thought of grabbing some unsuspecting human doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe I can get a hooker? Why does that thought send a flash of anger through me? Nope, not examining the inner workings of my head or I might actually start believing I’m crazy after all.
So kidnapping and sex workers are out, which leaves myself or letting him go hunt, and I don’t exactly trust him to come back even with the oath. Fuck! Crushing the juice box in my hand, I glare at the road as I speed up. There’s no way can I let him feed from me. He would have more power over me then. I would be more susceptible to his influence and charm, and he would see deeper into my head…but he’s useless to me half-starved and almost feral, though he didn’t seem feral, but I’ve seen how quickly that can change with nightwalkers.
I just need to keep him fed long enough for him to fulfill his promise. Like one of those dramatic lightbulbs pinging overhead, I have an idea. Grinning, I turn the wheel and drive to the nearest blood bank. I had the right idea with the juice box, just need a different liquid. I grab my phone and do a quick google search as I’m moving down the road and grin when I find what I’m looking for.
I head to the location on the map, knowing what it actually is—if you know what to look for, the city hides a lot of darkness underneath. The supes run the show, so when I pull up around the back of the white building, cross the parking lot, and knock on the back door, I’m not surprised when a human feeder opens the door. The mark on his neck declares him as part of a nightwalker’s flock and under his control—kill one and they tend to get pissy. Not that they really care about them, just that you touched their property.
He stares at me, his bloodshot eyes flicking from side to side, his skin an unhealthy white, but other than that he looks well looked after. “Whatcha want?” he asks, his voice surprisingly high-pitched, making my eyebrows rise.
“World peace,” I deadpan, and he blinks before I crack a smile. “Blood, ten bags, now.”
He crossed his arms, watching me. “Clan?”
Shit, he didn’t tell me his name. “Valentino,” I offer, remembering a vamp’s name I’d met before. It instantly settles him and the door swings shut in my face again. How rude.
He returns not ten minutes later with a cooler, and he shows me the blood bags inside before snapping it closed. “You didn’t say which the baby vamp preferred, so I picked a mixture.” He holds out his hand and I roll my eyes, digging out some cash from my pocket and pass it over, careful not to touch his skin even through the gloves.
He shoves the cooler at me and the moment I have it, the door slams shut again. Huffing, I head back to my car and put the cooler on the passenger seat as I gun it out of there, driving back to the hotel. Now just to deal with an undoubtedly angry, hungry vamp. And to think I was complaining about how boring my life was. What I would do for a boring night with Raph, watching the shopping channel and eating spaghetti hoops with all the f’s taken out because he hated that letter.
I hear banging coming from the boot and I laugh, cranking the music higher and singing along to drown out his voice in my head as well. He soon gets the picture and goes quiet for the journey back. I pull into the empty car park just as dawn breaks. Grabbing the cooler, I drop it in the room I rented in the corner first before heading to the boot. Knocking on it politely, I let my voice carry to him.
“Now, I’m going to open this and you won’t attack me, or