The blood was warm, the exact temperature that Eilidh preferred. Of course it didn't have that same exquisite taste that drinking from a human had but then she didn't have to hunt for it either.
Blood from The Lights Blood Bank was always good but Eilidh had never bothered to ask where it actually came from. She didn't care, as long as it wasn't rodents blood, she was happy.
Although she was positive it tasted better in her favorite mug.
"Miriam, why don't you have another look in the top cupboard in my kitchen? It must be somewhere."
"I will, but Eilidh, I've already looked in there twice. I could buy you another one. There are plenty of mugs out there with Bettie Boop on them."
Eilidh sighed loudly. "I don't want another one, I want that one. I love that mug. Gianna bought it for me as a joke, the first year after I sired her."
Miriam tried to stifle a yawn with her hand and failed.
"Miriam. Go. To. Bed. Then when you wake up, you can look for my mug again. Assuming I don't find it tonight, of course."
Eilidh's frustration was reaching astronomic levels. Even she could see how tired the human was and she knew that even though Miriam had said she'd had ample sleep the night before, Eilidh knew her daylighter's enthusiasm for her job often made her careless with her own needs.
Humans are so fragile, it's a wonder they live as long as they do.
"Are you sure, Eilidh? What if Flip rings? What if you need to go off somewhere?"
"Then I will wake you, Miriam. Until then go and get some sleep. You're no use to me if you're falling asleep on the job and your yawning is setting off a chain reaction with my customers. Now, go."
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