Time to Strike

The blonde waif was waning. In fact, this might be the last time that she was able to serve as a reserva de sange. It was a pity, too, because not only was she somewhat attractive, despite having wallowed in filth these past several months, her blood was rich and sweet. It had a certain quality to it that was difficult to find, and when the locals had dragged her in, Giovani had been pleasantly surprised at their good fortune. If this feeding killed her, however, he would have to resort back to one of the others, and none of them had satisfied his craving the same way as the dirty blonde. Of course, they would have to replace her, and there was always a chance they could get lucky again and pluck an equally delectable sample off the street, but it wasn’t likely; specimens such as