I glanced up at the boring, white
clock on the wall and realized it was a quarter to three. I had
wasted
my whole night at the office. I started to feel the pang of hunger in my stomach. “I'm hungry." Toby jerked straight up.
I almost laughed, but I remembered how much my vampirism still unnerved him. I shook my head. “Sorry, Toby."
The Werewolf's posture eased slightly. “Please don't do that, Rose,” he asked softly. “Usually when a Vampire says they're hungry, someone dies." I laughed to try and ease the situation. “I haven't had human blood in nearly ten years. You know that." Toby nodded. “I know, I know. But you're still a Vampire." "The synthetic stuff they produce upstairs is actually pretty good,” I offered. I was hoping to convince him that I actually enjoyed being on the fake blood, even though I hated it. It made my stomach turn. I hated to admit it, but I missed human blood. I even craved it from time to time. I looked at Toby. Werewolves tasted unique, powerful, intoxicating. "Rose."
Toby's voice was low and stern. I snapped straight up embarrassed, realizing I must've been eyeing him like a Happy Meal.
"Sorry.” I must be hungrier than I thought. He stood out of his chair and started quickly for the elevator. “I'm calling it a night,” he said, jabbing the call button. He waited a moment then nervously hit the button again. I thought about stopping him to apologize, but he needed time to cool off. He knew in his condition he wouldn't be much of a match for a hungry Vampire. I lifted my hand and waved goodbye as he slipped into the elevator before the doors could even fully open. It was probably best that he left. We both needed to rest, but I had to finish my paperwork. Turning back to the computer, I glanced one more time at the clock on the wall. I had about an hour and a half before I had to be home in order to miss the sun rise. I had no intention of spending the night here at Brimstone Central. There's nothing worse than spending all night and all day at your place of employment.
I thought of Toby again. I would have to do something nice to properly apologize. Maybe I could get him football tickets, or something of the sort. That wouldn't be too difficult since Brimstone monitored multiple players in the league. The fans had no idea that their favorite player was an Inhuman. I'm sure I could pull some strings.
I ran my hand over my face to wipe away the sleepiness. It wasn't working. Saving my progress, I shut down the computer and headed for the elevator. The paperwork could wait. I was hungry and tired. And it was my night off after all.
my whole night at the office. I started to feel the pang of hunger in my stomach. “I'm hungry." Toby jerked straight up.
I almost laughed, but I remembered how much my vampirism still unnerved him. I shook my head. “Sorry, Toby."
The Werewolf's posture eased slightly. “Please don't do that, Rose,” he asked softly. “Usually when a Vampire says they're hungry, someone dies." I laughed to try and ease the situation. “I haven't had human blood in nearly ten years. You know that." Toby nodded. “I know, I know. But you're still a Vampire." "The synthetic stuff they produce upstairs is actually pretty good,” I offered. I was hoping to convince him that I actually enjoyed being on the fake blood, even though I hated it. It made my stomach turn. I hated to admit it, but I missed human blood. I even craved it from time to time. I looked at Toby. Werewolves tasted unique, powerful, intoxicating. "Rose."
Toby's voice was low and stern. I snapped straight up embarrassed, realizing I must've been eyeing him like a Happy Meal.
"Sorry.” I must be hungrier than I thought. He stood out of his chair and started quickly for the elevator. “I'm calling it a night,” he said, jabbing the call button. He waited a moment then nervously hit the button again. I thought about stopping him to apologize, but he needed time to cool off. He knew in his condition he wouldn't be much of a match for a hungry Vampire. I lifted my hand and waved goodbye as he slipped into the elevator before the doors could even fully open. It was probably best that he left. We both needed to rest, but I had to finish my paperwork. Turning back to the computer, I glanced one more time at the clock on the wall. I had about an hour and a half before I had to be home in order to miss the sun rise. I had no intention of spending the night here at Brimstone Central. There's nothing worse than spending all night and all day at your place of employment.
I thought of Toby again. I would have to do something nice to properly apologize. Maybe I could get him football tickets, or something of the sort. That wouldn't be too difficult since Brimstone monitored multiple players in the league. The fans had no idea that their favorite player was an Inhuman. I'm sure I could pull some strings.
I ran my hand over my face to wipe away the sleepiness. It wasn't working. Saving my progress, I shut down the computer and headed for the elevator. The paperwork could wait. I was hungry and tired. And it was my night off after all.