Page 21 of Hell Bites

He’s my responsibility now.

I want to take care of him, want to be the one to nurture him.

He needs blood.

And I’ll get him blood, one way or another.

I get to my feet, then hurry out the front door, noting the sun is already high in the sky.

And thank whatever dark gods there are in this universe, because someone is running by the house right this very second. She’s young, not too pretty, but small enough.

I can totally take her.

I run full speed and tackle her, managing to get her into the same hold that I got Felix in just a few hours ago. She fights, but it’s easier to subdue her than it was Felix. Once she stops flopping around like a fish, I glance around to make sure no one saw that.

Probably should have thought about that before I did this.

Oops.

My heart is thundering in my chest and my mouth is dry, but I don’t see a single person anywhere, so I scramble to get up, grab the girl by her ankles, and drag her into my house.

I absolutely do not like the idea of Felix putting his lips on another person, but if it’s life or death… I’ll have to deal with it.

I glance at the knife on the floor as I drag the woman’s body to the room, and all it does is make me sick.

I’ll have to get over that fear, because even having this girl in the same room as my Felix is making me angry.

I hope he drinks so much of her blood that it sucks her dry and she’s even uglier than she is now.

I try getting her onto the bed, but when it turns out too difficult, and the thought of her being in bed with Felix has me seeing red, I hurry to the dining room to get a chair and bring it back to the room, which I then sit her on and tie her to. I gag her too because even though she’s still not awake, once I slice her arm open, she probably will be.

With the knife in hand, I hold her arm over Felix’s slightly opened mouth, his sexy fangs poking out, and drag the blade across it with ease. I’m enraged that I couldn’t have just done that to myself, and it makes me want to jab this knife right through the girl’s eye.

She wakes up, groaning. It takes only a moment for her to realize she’s tied to a chair and tries yanking away from me. Her eyes widen when she sees herself bleeding, but I hold her still to allow more blood to drip into Felix’s mouth.

She mumbles behind the gag and I’m grateful I thought of it. The last thing I want to do is listen to some puny human beg me to let them go. Sorry, not sorry, lady. Felix is more important than you.

She fights me harder, the chair beneath her rocking around. Is she going to break it?

Damn, she’s fighting me harder than Felix did!

Maybe it’s because he knew I was following him.

Maybe he knew I was going to take him.

And maybe… maybe he wanted me to.

Oh, the thought has me so happy. I can’t wait for him to wake up so I can listen to that smooth voice of his again.

It doesn’t take long. It’s about a mouthful later and his eyes are opening, but then they widen and he shoots upwards, spitting the blood out all over the place. He wipes his mouth as best he can, coughing and choking like I’ve poisoned him.

“No! I can’t drink this stuff! It’s… It’s…” He groans, then lays back against the pillows.

“What’s wrong with it? Is she sick or something?” I dart my gaze from him to the girl who is still trying to get out of the bindings.

He shakes his head. “No, no, she’s healthy, I just… she’s alive, Zia, and that, it’s… I could… Jesus.”

“What? What do you mean, Felix?”

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