I admonish the boy not to drink the cola. Because it contains cocaine and I know drugs. And cocaine is most definitely a drug.

In the aftermath, she gets a pad and paper, dress hanging haphazardly off her shoulder. We're sitting on the floor now.

"Tell me," she instructs.

My fangs are aching. Such a deep aching. Ripping at the flesh of my belly begging me to partake, to cure this ravenous hunger.

I even , to my shame, contemplated draining poor Liam. Though...I've seen him eyeing my neck as well. But such is the nature of derelict creatures.

"Tell you?"

I'm hungry. And I'm erect. And I'm very hungry.

She looks over me. "You suffer from vampirism?"

What an interesting choice of phrasing. I am suffering of vampirism. I suppose it's so. When you think of it. Surely, I'm suffering.

I shake my head. "I grew to have abnormally long teeth, and I learned to hide them—"

She sets her pad down gently. Eleanor and I are two of kind I think it's why I love her so. She is a ruthless woman, who's goals are clear.

As I feed my hunger for blood she feeds her hunger for success. There is nothing she will not take advantage to have what she wants.

I am a willing participant in her madness. She promises to rob me of all of my worth, and I vow to give it.

"How old are you?"

I raise my brows. She takes it stride. Maybe out of fear. These urges keep rising.

"Eleanor—"

"Is my blood what you want?" She asks, crawling toward me.

"I want to go home now, Eleanor."

"Nonsense. You killed that man to partake of my blood is that it? You want me to be a virgin of some sort?"

I raise my brows. "No..."

"Then?" She urges.

"I crave your existence, Eleanor. All of it. I wish you'd have ignored this. Now I cannot let you go."

• • •

Liam floats up to her, staring at her. "So this is her. She's not so special."

Eleanor snaps her teeth at him, making him jump and float behind me.

"Be civil won't you, Eleanor?"

Her eyes s arrow at the sight of me. "You look gaunt, Alastair."

I adjust my cuff links. "Just this off white. It's washing me out. "

"No...you're starving. You little bastard," she chuckles behind her hands.

"You know Eleanor I've been exceptionally patient with you," I growl, grabbing her chin. "I could've ripped your throat out 2 years ago."

"Have you sir?"

"I have."

"What a Saint, Sir Alastair. Praised be."

"You cheeky thing," I scoff,'pushing her away gently.

She giggles. "Perhaps I ought to be more concerned but I am just too fascinated to mind it, really. Will you be sucking blood soon?"

"Why dearest? Would you like a show?"

She leans back on her hands. Eleanor is still in yellow and I do love Eleanor in yellow.

"With finger if you please. We'll have it together. So long as you don't kill the person."

I raise my brow. "Pardon, am I some sick research assignment to you?"

She blinks. "Yes."

I smile. "Alright."

She claps. "While you're out and about pick me up something to eat please. I'm famished."

I nod, kissing her gently. I love my Eleanor. She's a sick woman.

"I'll check on the shop too," I promise.

Then I pause by the door. Here she is, my prisoner with a smile. And I realize if I do not turn her, I will have to watch her die.

I swallow roughly, my stomach turning violently.

She grins. I do not think, she will want eternity. Should I force it upon her, I will still be alone. It seems, this will only end in heartbreak.

I smile. "Be good, Eleanor."

"I will be better. I will be great."