She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I hope not. I usually end up preparing for the worst, then when it's not so bad, I can breathe a little easier." Her voice was wavering slightly. "We're gonna be fine, right? I have the flu and it'll pass."
"Absolutely," he said, trying to assure her, although he was starting to have his doubts. "It's just a flu. You'll be over it in no time."
He picked up the McDonald's bag and looked into it. "So, who gets what?"
She shrugged, looking back at his neck, watching the pulse beat in it. "Save an Egga-Mooby-Muffin for me, but you can have the rest." She said in a disconnected way. "It doesn't sound as good now..." She watched his throat in fascination. She wanted to feed again, and if he wouldn't let her take it out of his neck, she'd find somewhere
else.... maybe the inside of his thigh.
He nodded. "Sure." He took out a sausage biscuit and unwrapped it, taking a bite out of it. He was getting progressively more worried about Cam. The strangeness was increasing and for some reason, the bad dream he had kept popping back into his mind.
She managed a smile. "I hope you like it. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. I figured I'd try to be romantic and all that, even though you're probably going to think it's sappy." She really wanted to be more romantic, and not just some purely physical relationship.
"I don't think it's sappy. I just wish I had thought of it first." He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for breakfast. I'll really have to return the favor sometime."
"Don't worry about it...I don't need romance in my life." She looked down. I really do. I'm pathetic like that. I'd normally never admit this to another soul, but I'm a girl...we like to be romanced.
He put a hand under her chin and lifted her face back up to look at him. He smiled. "Sure, you do. And you're not sappy because of it either. I'd very much like to give you all the romance you need."
She looked into his eyes, blinking a little. "No time for love, Doctor Jones." She smirked.
She sighed, reaching into the bag and grabbing a hash brown, nibbling on it slightly. "Uh, Dave...what happens if I want blood again?"
"Um..." He sat in silence for a little bit, thinking. "Well, what type of foods have blood in them? Steak... what else?" Why would she leave, though? All he was doing was trying to help her. Whatever the cost, he'd make sure she was all right.
She closed her eyes, trying to look away from his neck. The bloodlust was more than just a little hunger pang now. "There's only one thing that I can think of that would satisfy." She swallowed hard. "And unfortunately, it's not the most legal thing one could do." She bit her lip nervously, forgetting about the little fangs, which had pierced her bottom lip slightly, turning them a rich crimson shade. "If I got caught, I'd be going away for a very long time."
"Hey, don't think like that. There has to be some other way. I mean, really, there has to be a legal way to get blood." He took another bite of his biscuit and thought. "What about a blood bank? Or a hospital?"
"Sure, I'll head down there right now and ask for a few pints." She looked at him crossly, her face going to whatever predatory form a vampeal could. "It tastes better when it's fresh, Baby...so warm, thick and sweet.... The very thought of it is making me hungry."
He noticed her face seem to change slightly, grow more animalistic, but just vaguely. "Cam... ok, honey, you're scaring the kids. Maybe you should try and eat some real food." He held out his half-eaten sausage biscuit to her. "Here, have a bite."
She looked at it, really wanting to take a bit, but the very sight of it made her also want to toss cookies. She shook her head. "I don't dig on swine, Dave. It looks disgusting." She looked away from it, trying to watch his neck again. She could faintly smell his blood, and it was causing her mouth to water. Unfortunately, the smell of the sausage was conflicting and her eyes began to water a little, looking quite red.
He took the biscuit away and set it down, then looked into the bag again. "Well, then let's find you something that isn't swine. What would you like?"
Finally not being able to take it anymore, she got up and went into the bathroom, trying to clear her senses before she ended up emptying the contents of her stomach....
...which would had been great if she had done it about thirty seconds sooner. The bile rose in the back of her throat and she couldn't get to the toilet fast enough, so it ended up in the bathtub. She reached over, turning on the shower to clean it up, also helping to drown out the noise. She looked down; noticing it was almost clear, save for the occasional congealed blood clot or two.
He looked up at her and watched her head for the bathroom. She had gone in there pretty fast. He wondered if she was feeling sick. He thought he heard hurling, followed by the shower being turned on. He couldn't be sure if he had in fact heard her throw up or not. "Cam? You ok?" he asked from the bed.
After another heave or two, she crawled into the bathtub, half dressed. She curled up the best she could, her arms wrapped around her knees and her hair hanging limply. She honestly wanted to cry, but couldn't. She was so terrified she couldn't do much aside from sit there.
Fuck going out. I'm staying in here...all fucking day if I have to. I'm gonna die right here in this bathtub. No way I'm coming out.