She sat there blankly, her hair and clothes dripping. "I threw up." She said quietly. "There was blood in it...old blood."
"Well, then that means you aren't digesting it." He smiled nervously. "Which means you couldn't be a vampires, right? I mean, they don't throw up old blood... do they?"
She looked puzzled. "Id I'm not digesting it, then why in the hell do I crave it? I drank way more than this last night...maybe I am able to a little bit...hell; I had to have more than one normally can have. I've had about a pint and a half. The blood didn't make me sick, it was your breakfast." She managed a weak smile.
He smiled slightly back at her. "Well, who can blame you? Who knows what they put in that stuff?"
When he tried to lift her out, she shook her head. "No. I'm safer in here." She said in an unusually small voice. "I think I caught something...something worse than the flu..." She leaned against the side of the bathtub, feeling a little weak. Her skin was getting pale all over, and she looked exhausted. "Dave, I'm not gonna die, am I?"
"No, of course not," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not going to let you."
She truly felt like she could have just gone to sleep right then and there. But of course, she couldn't. She just wanted to stay in the bathtub and maybe go to sleep.
"Look, Cam," Trenton said. "You have to get out of the bathtub. Get out of those wet clothes, put something dry on, and then go lay down. We'll figure this out, but you have to get out of the bathtub. You're not the type to just give up like this."
She slowly got up, feeling quite weak. She leaned on him, shivering a little bit. "I'm hungry, Dave...really hungry." She looked at his neck, feeling the bloodlust growing even stronger. Before she could stop herself, she had nipped at his neck, drawing a little blood. She licked at it a little, then let it close up.
Trenton pulled back as he felt the nip, partially from pain, partially from surprise, and partially from fear. "Easy, Cam. We don't want to have a repeat from last night, do we?" He started to lead her out of the bathroom. "Come on, you need to lie down."
"But what if I don't wanna lie down?" Cameron whined slightly, shivering a bit. "What if it's not going to do any good?" She was almost prepared to break away and leave.
She let him lead her into the bedroom, looking down at the burn, which was healing. The blisters were gone and now, it just looked a little raw and tender. She looked at it again. "Dave...lookit...it's almost healed." She studied it the best she could.
Then she saw a pocketknife sitting on the top of the dresser. "Lemme see your knife, I wanna try something." She looked down at her forearm, wondering if she was actually able to heal faster. She'd find out soon.
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Cameron Grant
David Trenton