Chapter 19
Terrill awoke beneath the musty tarp, his festering body covered by insects. Half of the bugs were dead from trying to feed on him; the other half were eating the bugs that had already died. Vampires were not part of the natural food cycle.
He was in deep pain, which was a rare sensation for him. The solution was meat, but he was too weak to hunt. He threw the tarp aside and shook himself free of insects, living or desiccated. He had bug bites all over him, none of them healed.
It showed what bad shape he was in. He needed sustenance soon or he would begin to rot like a long-dead corpse.
Still, he waited until well past midnight before he left his hideout. He had a few hundred dollars in his pocket, enough to buy food, but first he wanted to make sure he had more money in ha
