Blood Sacraments by Todd Gregory

Author:Todd Gregory
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Anthologies, vampires
ISBN: 9781602821903
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2010-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Lifeblood

Jeffrey A. Ricker

Let’s get one thing straight: I never bit Darren. I never drank from him. I never tried to turn him into one of us.

I didn’t even think about it until the end.

If I’d offered, though, he would have said no, of course. I could have begged, but I think I’ve forgotten how to do that. I would have done anything Darren wanted. I would have walked right out into broad daylight if he’d asked me to.

Not that he would have asked me to do that. Not that it would have made any difference, either. Here are a few more things to get straight. Certain myths are true: We need blood to survive. We never age. We’re hypersensitive to the sun, but I can’t say I’ve ever seen one of us burst into flame. That’s not to say it’s impossible. The part about having no reflection is total bullshit. So’s the part about turning into a bat, a wolf, or a mist.

Right. I wish.

I met him in a bar. Like most other people there, I was looking for something to drink. I noticed Darren, who’d already had more than a few, was leaning against the bar, alone, and looked like easy pickings. Also, from the back, the other thing I noticed about him was the four-inch rip just below the left back pocket of his jeans. That, and his lack of underwear.

I leaned against the bar next to him and ordered a round. When the bartender slid a fresh Corona in front of him, Darren turned to me with a dopey, tipsy grin and lifted the bottle in a silent toast. This was going to be easy.

*

Drinking someone’s blood without killing them is delicate, tricky, but not impossible. It’s like two people pulling on opposite ends of a string. As long as you feel resistance coming from the other end, it’s okay to keep going. Once you start to feel the other side start to slacken, though, you have to stop.

If you can. Like I said, it’s tricky.

I make a point of trying not to kill them. Most of the time, I go for the ones who are really drunk or really strung out. (The latter can give the blood an odd flavor; it’s an acquired taste.) Once, I drank from a woman three hours after she ate a lot of magic mushrooms, and even I tripped for a little bit.

Every once in a while, you find someone who gets off on it. There’s one guy—I don’t know his name—who won’t let me drink unless I fuck him, and he makes me wait to drink until he comes. It sounds like the sort of thing I should pay for, but I think he’d be willing to pay me to do him, too (though I don’t think I was the only vampire he was spreading his legs for).

The thing that’s nice about that is not just the blood or the piece of ass. It’s that I don’t have to pretend. He knows what I am, and I don’t have to pretend to care who he is beyond that exchange.

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