This was hardly the first time I had drank cold blood. As I may have mentioned previously, vampyrs did, at many times, freeze their blood supply to preserve it. The first bag was gone before I could even suck down a breath of oxygen between gulps.
Already, I was fumbling to open the next, and Anne watched me with morbid curiosity. She appeared only mildly disturbed with the sanguine dining experience before her eyes. I was also far from stately in my drinking process presently. I was ravenous and I was simply elated that I had not mauled Anne. She was safe, and I was eternally grateful to this young mortal for her role in helping me find a peaceful solution to my blood diet needs.
However, being back in the world, I knew I was going to have to hunt once more. I would have to re-secure
