9. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Azizia

I run to the kitchen for a knife, or scissors, or something else to cut myself with. I’d love nothing more than for Felix to sink those sexy fangs into my throat or the inside of my thigh, but he’s too weak right now. If I hadn’t already made him pass out once, I’d consider sitting on his face and asking him to tear my skin open with his teeth, but that’s too risky.

This is the next best thing.

But as I run back to the bedroom with the knife, I stop in the doorway and look down at the sharp blade.

I’m fine with knives. Fine with blood. Hell, I’m fine with using knives on people to cause blood. But the thought of running this blade across my own skin…

My head spins and I reach a hand out to press against the wall so I don’t fall. I shake out of it, but as I look at the blade again, the thought of it going across my skin has the dizziness coming back tenfold. It falls from my hand, dropping to the hardwood floor with a clatter.

I press my back to the wall and slide down, wrapping my arms around myself as I think.

What am I going to do?

Felix needs to eat. I need to feed him.

He’s my responsibility now.

I want to take care of him, want to be the one to nurture him.

He needs blood.

And I’ll get him blood, one way or another.

I get to my feet, then hurry out the front door, noting the sun is already high in the sky.

And thank whatever dark gods there are in this universe, because someone is running by the house right this very second. She’s young, not too pretty, but small enough.

I can totally take her.

I run full speed and tackle her, managing to get her into the same hold that I got Felix in just a few hours ago. She fights, but it’s easier to subdue her than it was Felix. Once she stops flopping around like a fish, I glance around to make sure no one saw that.

Probably should have thought about that before I did this.

Oops.

My heart is thundering in my chest and my mouth is dry, but I don’t see a single person anywhere, so I scramble to get up, grab the girl by her ankles, and drag her into my house.

I absolutely do not like the idea of Felix putting his lips on another person, but if it’s life or death… I’ll have to deal with it.

I glance at the knife on the floor as I drag the woman’s body to the room, and all it does is make me sick.

I’ll have to get over that fear, because even having this girl in the same room as my Felix is making me angry.

I hope he drinks so much of her blood that it sucks her dry and she’s even uglier than she is now.

I try getting her onto the bed, but when it turns out too difficult, and the thought of her being in bed with Felix has me seeing red, I hurry to the dining room to get a chair and bring it back to the room, which I then sit her on and tie her to. I gag her too because even though she’s still not awake, once I slice her arm open, she probably will be.

With the knife in hand, I hold her arm over Felix’s slightly opened mouth, his sexy fangs poking out, and drag the blade across it with ease. I’m enraged that I couldn’t have just done that to myself, and it makes me want to jab this knife right through the girl’s eye.

She wakes up, groaning. It takes only a moment for her to realize she’s tied to a chair and tries yanking away from me. Her eyes widen when she sees herself bleeding, but I hold her still to allow more blood to drip into Felix’s mouth.

She mumbles behind the gag and I’m grateful I thought of it. The last thing I want to do is listen to some puny human beg me to let them go. Sorry, not sorry, lady. Felix is more important than you.

She fights me harder, the chair beneath her rocking around. Is she going to break it?

Damn, she’s fighting me harder than Felix did!

Maybe it’s because he knew I was following him.

Maybe he knew I was going to take him.

And maybe… maybe he wanted me to.

Oh, the thought has me so happy. I can’t wait for him to wake up so I can listen to that smooth voice of his again.

It doesn’t take long. It’s about a mouthful later and his eyes are opening, but then they widen and he shoots upwards, spitting the blood out all over the place. He wipes his mouth as best he can, coughing and choking like I’ve poisoned him.

“No! I can’t drink this stuff! It’s… It’s…” He groans, then lays back against the pillows.

“What’s wrong with it? Is she sick or something?” I dart my gaze from him to the girl who is still trying to get out of the bindings.

He shakes his head. “No, no, she’s healthy, I just… she’s alive, Zia, and that, it’s… I could… Jesus.”

“What? What do you mean, Felix?”

His eyes close, and then it’s like he’s sleeping again.What is wrong with him?

The girl is fighting like crazy, making so much noise it’s driving me insane.

I whirl toward her and press the tip of the knife to her throat. “Shut the fuck up!”

Her eyes widen, and even though she’s still shaking, she stops trying to escape. Her chest is heaving and she’s making weird breathing noises, but at least I can think a little clearly now. I start to pace as I work through my thoughts.

I need to feed Felix.

He doesn’t want her blood.

He can’t have mine because I’m too scared to cut myself.

I look down at my arm, wondering if I could bite into my own skin. I try it, sinking my teeth into the flesh of my forearm, but let out a whine when it starts to hurt.

Yeah, okay, that’s not going to happen.

Think, Zia. Think! You’re a freaking demon. How are you not able to think of what to do here?

But then it hits me, and I turn to the girl with a smirk. I hurry toward her, pressing the knife to her throat again.

“You need to die.”

Her eyes widen even further, and then I push the knife into her throat. It goes in with ease, and a shiver runs up my spine as the satisfaction of her warm blood pouring over my hand and the life leaving her eyes.

I love a good slow killing, but Felix is depending on me, so I have to make it quick.

It doesn’t take long for her body to slump over. Which is when I realize all this blood is going to waste. I hurry to the kitchen again, slipping on the now blood-covered floor, but thankfully don’t fall. I grab a coffee mug and hurry back and wait for it to fill from the gash in her neck.

Then I stare at it.

Is he really going to know she was dead when I got this?

Or does it need to sit for a while?

How long does it need to sit for? Does he like it hot? Room temperature? Cold?

I place it on the end table, then stare at the girl and the mess I made.

Shit . I wasn’t supposed to kill anyone else.

It takes a while, but I’m finally able to coax Felix awake, though just barely. His eyes blink open a few times and he’s weak.

“Drink, drink!” I say quickly, holding the mug in front of his face. He stares at it for a long moment and blinks some more until his eyes focus.

“Wha…” he mutters.

“I did this for you,” I say, stepping to the side. “Since you didn’t like her alive. I killed her even though I’m not supposed to kill anyone so you can feed.”

His brow furrows, and he turns his head toward the girl. They widen, his mouth opens and I hurry to pour the dead girl’s blood into his mouth, but he sputters on it and spits it out. He lets out some kind of whining sound and shakes his head.

Then his body goes limp again.

This is turning out to be way more trouble than it’s worth. He’s been here a few hours now and has barely spoken any words to me. In fact, he’s being rather ungrateful, now that I think about it. Look at this damn mess!

With a sigh, I put the mug on the end table and work on untying the girl. When she’s free, I drag her lifeless body into the bathroom and drop her into the tub. Then I hunt down my phone and call Kiza, who thankfully shows up twenty minutes later.

He stands in the doorway of the bedroom, taking in the scene.

“I’m not even going to ask,” he grunts.

I smile coyly, pointing to the bathroom.

He shakes his head as he steps inside and makes his way to the bathroom. He stops when he reaches me, glancing down at the end table that is now covered in ten different coffee mugs, all filled with blood.

I didn’t want to waste it, so I sucked it off the floor with a turkey baster and put it in the cups for Felix.

The moment Kiza leaves, Felix will get to eat. Because at this point, I’m convinced the issue is his weakened state. Once I can get the blood into him, he’ll be better and he’ll wake up. Then he’ll thank me for all I’ve done because this has been so much work.

Maybe I can convince him to tell me how much of a good girl I’ve been. Yes, that would be really nice. That would make all this worth it.

While I waited for Kiza, I even fed Felix’s cat . Though I don’t believe it’s a cat at all, but an alien that he’s somehow disguising as a cat. The thing is pure evil with his wrinkly skin and big bug eyes. And that sweater. Ugh…

I threw some smelly pieces of ham at it, and all it did was hiss at me, the damn thing. But hey, I tried.

When Kiza is done cleaning up the mess, he comes over to me and points a thick finger in my face.

“No more,” he growls. I use my finger to draw an ex over my heart.

“Promise,” I say, but quickly cross the fingers on my other hand and put them behind my back. Because if my Felix needs to eat, I’ll do whatever I can to feed him.

I just may have to find another way to clean up the mess when I do.