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A vampire with a fridge and a microwave seems strange, yet so essential.
According to Kate, human blood should be around ninety-eight degrees Fahrenheit, any lower or higher and it loses its potency. Sucking on a stone-cold, dead man’s veins barely has any effect. I suppose it’ll take the edge off, like a bite of an apple to a human, but it’s a far cry from offering any real nourishment.
Kate puts five of the blood bags into the mini-fridge, stuffs another four into the tiny freezer compartment, and places the last one on the kitchen worktop.
Gazing at the transparent bag of red-gold, I think about tearing it open and swallowing the whole lot. Kate’s probably thinking the exact same thing. She makes a small incision in the bag and pours a little into a mug, about halfway up. She doe
