Page 65 of Pretty Little Shadow
I grimaced. "I don't even want to imagine how much blood I'd have to drink to give you half of my shadows. I’d be so obsessed. I already can't stop thinking about it."
"My blood?"
"Yeah."
"If you're thirsty, you need to just bite me. Your magic will keep my body producing whatever you need."
I made a face. "I don't want to be addicted to you."
"I'm already addicted to you. It might as well be mutual."
I took a long sip of my latte, not wanting to think about it.
Surviving on blood would be… different. A lot different.
"The internet thinks I look dead," I said.
"I knew it wasn't really making you feel better." He grabbed the tiny, sample-sized bottle of shampoo off the shelf nearby, squeezing the contents into his hand. When he started scrubbing my hair, there was no suppressing my moan. "Ignore the internet."
"I do look dead, though. Kind of. And in some ways, Iam."
Darius didn't reply.
His fingers dug into my scalp a little harder, and it felt so good it was nearly orgasmic.
"Icouldbecome a vampire again. The idea is just terrifying, you know? It was bad enough to choose this life. Now, being this way feels safe. I don't have to rely on anyone or anything. I'm the only demon in the city who can say that."
Darius still didn't reply.
"I don't know how to be alive. I don't know how to deal with people, and I don't like them. Learning new things seems fucking difficult. All I know are shadows and death."
"And video games and takeout food."
"Grayson taught me those things when he got me out. He was just trying to keep me alive.
"Did he offer you blood?"
"Yeah. Blood from every type of immortal. He kept it warm it. He cooled it. He asked them to offer me their veins. I just refused."
"You were alone and scared. The shadows felt safer."
"If I drank blood again, they could've starved me again," I said quietly.
"Do youwantto be a vampire again?" Darius asked.
"I don't know. Maybe sometimes. I think I started to change back when I bit you on the roof, so it's probably too late." I admitted. "I never even wanted blood before I met you."
"You think you're already changing back now? Becoming a vampire again?"
"Maybe."
"Don'tmaybeme."
"Yes. Fine. I think I'm in the process of turning back into a vampire. I don't think I can stop it without kicking the bucket."
"You're not kicking the bucket." There was an edge of a growl to his voice.
"Ideally."
