Elliot only needed my blood once a week, so I was spared another feeding for at least a full week. That time was never sufficient to allow the wound to heal completely, so the following week he opened it again and drank from the same spot. We were joined by the same people who pulled him off of me last time, as well as Declan, but he managed to stop on his own this time, before I fainted.
To ‘thank me’, I was allowed to join their dinner that night. Elliot didn’t eat, but it was a ritual of theirs to have dinner together. Declan had a full plate in front of him, I had half a plate and Elliot just had a cup with a dark red liquid.
“It’s red wine mixed with blood.” Elliot explained when he saw me looking. “Poor quality blood, but the wine covers the taste completely.”
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