Chapter Seven
It's all I can do not to slam the door of my mailbox shut. Once again, it's empty. I'm not sure what I expect, I checked it earlier and there wasn't any blood in it then either. The absence is only made more intense by the fact I never get any other post either. At least not if there isn't something Bram and Dimitri want me to achieve, which is rarely. It's too dangerous to have physical evidence linking me to them.
I turn away from the boxes and make my way up to my flat, trying to ignore the gnawing sensation in my stomach from the lack of blood. It's been too long, and I need to feed soon. I'm loath to part with the half-bag of blood in the fridge, I've been saving it for an emergency, with my hunger growing, I think the time to drink it is now.
Oscar must be feeling it
