Quickly, I darted to the kitchen, flung open the closet door, and lifted the chest freezer door, set to cool instead of freeze. I stared at Rick's blood bags laying inside, warring with myself. Besides the little bit of Zac's blood I had the other night, it had been years since I had fed on human blood. But at this point, I knew I had no choice. Like Rick said, at least no one died for it. Swiftly, I pulled a blood bag from the freezer, shoved a hard plastic straw into its side, and drained it dry, letting the luscious crimson liquid fill my veins and restore my strength. Immediately, I threw the drained bag into the trash can, pulled another blood bag from the drawer, and drained it dry, too. The delicious liquid slid down my throat, filling my body. And it was probably a good thing I was
