Chapter Eight
For once, it's not raining, but there's a bitter chill in the air only made worse by the fact I haven't had enough blood and my entire system is starting to weaken. I doubt I'll have any of the enhanced abilities that come with being a vampire right now. It's barely enough to keep me on my feet, never mind run quickly or overhear a conversation between people at the other end of the street.
I wonder if any of the other workers in my building will have brought blood with them for lunch? I've never considered taking blood from anyone before, but if it's the choice between stealing a little bit of blood from someone, or ripping a throat out, I know which I'm going to choose. I'm sure most vampires would be happy to help one of the people working to bring an end to the terrible
