A Vampire Cursed: Chapter 2

Eilidh woke at sunset with a powerful thirst. For blood and for coffee. The blood was necessary, of course, vampires of her age had to drink at least once a week to survive. Not like the newly turned who had to drink once a day. But the coffee was only a habit she’d developed over the last century or so.

She warmed her blood in the microwave while she waited for her coffee to brew and reminded herself how lucky she was. Vampires no longer had to drink from the vein if they didn’t want to and Eilidh much preferred getting her blood from the bloodbank these days. It was far less messy and although she had the predatory instincts that all vampires had she no longer felt the rush that came with hunting and capturing prey.

Eilidh wandered around her penthouse, coffee mug in hand, looking for tasks to give to Miriam. Eilidh didn’t spend a lot of time in here really so there was never much of a mess to clean up but her glass top side tables and cream leather lounge suite still needed a good wipe down. And of course, her treasured art needed specialized care. Miriam could do that after her break while Eilidh watched the store.