"There's not enough!"
Bobby frowned and look up just as Ursula cursed and slammed her hand on the counter.
It had only been a couple of hours since the attack on Johnny. The air still still tasted of his life essence. It danced on the tip of Bobby's tongue, teasing their taste buds and appetite. It was like walking into a kitchen after a roast chicken had been cooked in the oven or bacon had sizzled in a pan on the cooker. The actual temptation was gone but the remnants still lingered in the air to tease anyone who hadn't been around to savour the goods. For a vampire as old as Bobby, just that faint vapour that clung to every molecule of air or had seeped into Alex's skin was enough to provide sustenance and yet there was something unsettling about being able to taste the life force o
