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she have let herself get so low? She
knew better. Eamon had warned her that she must arrange her own supply soon-
now she was empty and she was thirsty, so thirsty. Her canines were full fangs
now, hanging down past her upper lip. What the Hell was she going to do?  
    A noise caught her attention and Diandra spun, automatically
crouching into a defensive position. Adrian stood in the doorway of the
kitchen, face serene as he studied her. She threw her hands up in front of her
face, trying, too late, to prevent him from seeing the glistening white teeth
extended well past her bottom lip. Panic overwhelmed her- no blood baggies, a
housekeeper she didn't want here… it just kept going from bad to worse. He
smiled at her and she knew this was where the fight-or-flight reflex came from:
she mentally prepared herself for battle.
    "Now I know why I had to take this job. The Goddess
sent me here for a reason," Adrian said as he started walking towards her.
He smiled once more as he extended one arm towards her, hand fisted, the blue
veins in his wrist showing in crystal clarity. "You need to feed. Bleed
me."

 
Chapter
Seven
    Diandra started at him incredulously. He continued to smile,
waiting patiently for her to sink those elongated canines into his flesh and
feed. Apparently RaeLynn was in her playpen, for she hadn't followed him as she
liked to do. Seeing that her daughter was not in the danger zone, she shoved
Adrian- hard. He let out an exhalation of pain, his back slamming into the
kitchen wall hard enough to rattle it and shake dust to the floor. She stalked
towards him, standing over his body where he slumped on the floor.
    "Now you listen to me, you unholy freak," she
started to say.
    She was startled by his laughter, even as he winced from the
pain of his body shaking in mirth. "Oh, the white witch is an unholy
freak," he said. "So what the Hell does that make you?"
    Diandra was furious, and against her will a hiss escaped her
slightly parted lips. "You want to watch yourself. I don't have the best
rein on my beast at the moment. Stupid comments like that get little witches
eaten, wise guy."
    "Ah, but you'd have better control were you to feed as
I offered for you to. That's my purpose here." Adrian stood up, brushing himself
off. He was calm, and almost against her will she found herself settling down
as well.
    "You keep saying you have a purpose here. Like, what,
some kind of calling? Your purpose is to play blood bank?" Diandra snorted
out an angry laugh, and then cursed when she nicked her lower lip with her
fangs in the process. "How do you know I won't just drain you dry and toss
your ravaged carcass into the ocean outside my door?" She crossed her arms
over her ample breasts, looking both angry and arrogant all at once.
    Adrian rolled his eyes. "Because you're not one of
those types of vamps, that's how I know. I read your damned aura yesterday as
soon as you opened the door. "
    "Fuck you, your aura-reading, and your attempt to be a
walking donor. I won't risk changing someone- it's a death sentence, you
twit," she snarled, fighting the urge to shove him again. He wasn't too
close to her, but she wanted to push him just for pissing her off. She was
afraid her wall and his bones weren't up to another go-around.
    Adrian sighed heavily. "Fine- go ahead, be difficult.
I'll make it simple for you." Ignoring her protests, he walked past her to
remove a wine goblet from the dish drainer. He sucked in a deep breath, yanked
a knife out as well, and sliced it across his wrist in one smooth movement.
Diandra gasped, but he just winced slightly, holding the dripping wound so that
rivulets ran into the goblet. When it was full he grabbed a dish towel and
pressed it firmly against the wound to stop the bleeding.
    "Are you fucking insane?" she blurted, her eyes
flicking frantically back and forth between the blood and the bleeding man.
    Adrian leaned casually against the counter, his arms crossed
to better grip his wrist. "No,