The Hollow Boy by Dubois Vivi

Author:Dubois, Vivi
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

The tweezers slipped out of Morden's fingers and clattered to the floor. He scrambled to retrieve them, which was difficult because he was reaching around blind while looking me in the face.

"Are you serious?" He demanded, looking paler than usual.

"He kept telling me to go back to bed," I added. "Like it wasn't a big deal. It was really messed up."

"Lionel had to pull that fancy gun on him," Rik interjected. "Simon wouldn't take no for an answer."

I was relieved that Rik had left out the part where Simon had said that he…loved me. Knowing Simon, it was probably a childish declaration of affection that I shouldn't take seriously. Still, it was awkward enough to think about without making things weird with Morden.

The vampire was still shaking his head, overwhelmed.

"It escalated that much..?" He muttered, dazed, as he held out a hand and Rik passed him the antiseptic.

"He seemed to snap out of it for a second," I added as Morden uncapped the bottle. "But then it was like his head started to hurt, and he just sort of held it and started screaming. Then he smashed through the window and ran off."

Morden's hand slipped and he dumped the antiseptic all over my injured foot. I yelped and kicked, knocking the bottle out of his hand and spilling the stuff all over the kitchen floor. Rik pulled his feet up like a dainty princess trying to keep her toes dry.

"Warn me next time!" I bit out, wincing through the pain.

"Oh G-God I…S-Sorry…!" Morden grabbed the towel and gently dabbed my foot.

"I don't even know how you’re doing this," Rik grabbed some paper towels to clean the floor, but he kept glancing at Morden dabbing the blood from my heel. "Just the alcohol smell is giving me a headache. Doesn't blood make you go wacko, or something?"

Morden regained his composure and glared sharply at Rik.

"Give me some credit," He held my heel under two fingers as he used the other hand to keep drying my injury. "If you'd just stuffed yourself with a big fancy dinner, and then you smelled more food, would you feel like eating?"

Rik opened his mouth but Morden continued, not giving him time to answer.

"Of course you wouldn't. Just the thought of eating more would make you feel ill. So," Morden shrugged a little awkwardly. "I ate a lot before coming over."

"Ate?" Luke piped up, and as I turned around I realized that he was bent under the table so that he could make eye contact with Morden. "Like, you ate actual food?"

"Blood pudding." Morden clarified, looking quite pleased with himself. "It was Lionel’s idea. Also blood sausage, blood pancakes…I had a feast tonight."

"Oh, that’s a thing?" Luke sounded cheered by the notion. "That's, like, good to know."

"How much did you eat?" Rik asked, raising his eyebrows.

"A lot." Morden winced, looking momentarily sickened. "Enough to make sure that I wouldn't go 'whacko'."

Rik and I exchanged looks. The thought of Morden gorging himself to avoid incident was painful to imagine.

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