Thursday, August 9th
The next afternoon, Patrick found Michael hiding in a kitchen cupboard. When he tried to get him out, Michael screamed about sunlight and Patrick slammed the door again. It was too f*****g weird.
When Michael finally slinked out, his bruises and broken nose miraculously healed, he whined about being hungry.
Patrick skipped asking him about the magic and went straight for, "What do you want me to do? Knock off a blood bank?"
"No. But you have blood. You could give me some."
Patrick choked on his beer. "You're joking, right?"
"No. Come on. I'm starving."
Patrick moved away from him. "Are you out of your mind? There's no way I'm going to let you kill me!"
Michael rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to kill you, moron. I just need a little bit. You won't even notice it
