Blood Reaction A Vampire Novel by DL Atha Read Free Book Online Page B

the last couple of hours. But now I had nothing left and no reason left to even attempt to regain my footing so I just lay there. It hurt to think and I attempted to completely empty my mind.
    It didn’t work because my every thought was of him or of Ellie. Like watching a movie, each bad moment replayed itself like poorly scripted drama scenes from a horror film.
    And like many poorly made horror films that I had watched, this one couldn’t keep me awake either and I eventually fell asleep. I don’t remember drifting away and how I remained asleep is beyond me with the images of what I had experienced still playing through my mind.
    They were even worse in my dreams. More distorted and slowed down even further in that eerie way that is only possible in dreams. But despite the images flashing through my mind, I slept deeply and it took the incessant chiming of the clock striking noon to rouse me.

 
     
     
     
    four
     
     
    Awareness came before the opening of my eyes and I knew it was noon because of the glare coming from the picture window in the living room. I was tempted to stay there and not move as I couldn’t see any point to getting up, but even when you know you are going to die, you still have to contend with the bladder, so move I did.
    Pulling myself up to a kneeling position, I gave myself a minute to let my spinning head slow down before I stumbled into the bathroom. To my surprise, I managed to make it to the commode without passing out by using both hands to steady myself as I walked. It was still a relief to sit down even if it was only a toilet.
    After several minutes of convincing myself, I got up to the bathroom sink. Luckily it wasn’t too far away. Looking into the oversized mirror, I gasped a little at my own appearance. I looked like hell and that was putting it mildly.
    Reaching up to pull at the snarls in my hair, I took a second to pull one of my lower eyelids down. Paler in color than it should have been, I was surprised to find that my inner lid still held any color at all. An old school method for determining a blood count. Not terribly accurate, but at least it gave you an idea if someone was anemic or not.
    Turning on the faucet, I reached both hands into the cold water, splashing it up onto my face and then running my fingers through my hair trying to tame it down a little. Looking back in the mirror, I couldn’t tell much improvement.
    The vanity of the situation hit me then. Primping in front of a mirror when my killer would be returning in less than six hours hardly made sense. What did it matter if I looked like crap? Like most women, I had spent numerous hours in front of a mirror and for what? It had been wasted time. He was here for blood and not the way I looked. So deciding not to waste the few remaining hours of my life that I had left, I gave up on my hair.
    My stomach was twisting with hunger and the dizziness was on the verge of becoming incapacitating so eating became a priority. I walked towards the kitchen, passing through the living room on the way, not paying attention to where I was stepping.
    Feeling my left foot drag through a thick wetness, I paused with my foot in midair knowing without looking what was clinging to my foot. Looking down to confirm my suspicion, thick maroon blood clung to the entire length of my foot. My blood.
    My gut reaction was to scream as the viscous liquid enveloped my skin and now dripped slowly from my sole back into the coagulated pool beneath me, but honestly I just didn’t have the energy. I waited for the expected bile to rise in my throat, but nothing happened.
    Since the bloody mess didn’t discourage my appetite, I walked on into the kitchen marking the tile floor with one-sided bloody footprints all the way to the refrigerator.
    Grabbing the handle, I swung open the fridge and reached in automatically for the eggs. Carrying four to the stove, I quickly cracked them onto the griddle, tossing the shells into the sink, and turned