Leila nodded and turned back over, pulling the sheets over her curves.
Suddenly, the scent of her blood wafted toward me and my throat began to burn with thirst. I needed blood and I needed it now. Rushing from the room, I threw three blood bags into the microwave as the scent of Leila's blood followed me into the kitchen. I took a deep breath and I could smell Jase's blood, as well.
"What's happening to me?" I asked myself as I shoved a straw into the side of a blood bag and drank it down greedily. But it wasn't enough.
Discarding the empty pouch onto the floor, I grabbed another and repeated the process, drinking it down, as well. After the third blood bag, the need and urgency to feed finally started to dissipate.
As I started coming to my senses, I knew one thing for sure: I coul
