My stomach rumbled at the thought of food, but drinking some rando's blood didn't hold as much appeal now that I was actually among the ranks of the undead. How actors made the process of drinking that sticky, metallic stuff look so hot and sexy amazed me. But then again, they had darkened cranberry juice or something.
"Hmm, cranberry juice." I shook my head as I stepped out of the room and into the white-on-white hallway. "Get your head in the game, Peaches."
I have this terrible habit of talking to myself in the third person. My friends liked to count how many times I did it in a day. I really cut back from the hundreds it used to be, but every so often it creeps up on me.
Though now that I thought about it, I really wouldn't have to cut back anymore. I mean, I no longer had any friends, because everyone knows vampires can only be with other vampires when they're newbies or they go on a rampage of blood, guts, and gore. I wondered how long it would take me to get to that stage; probably not long, given the rumblings in my tummy.
"Oh blood, oh blood, oh where can you be," I sang quietly as I walked through the building, peeking in different rooms in the hopes of finding my new liquid food. "Don't you know, don't you know, I'm freak-ing hungry."
On the fifth door I opened, I smelled blood; not like an overwhelming amount, but like someone had a bad cut that needed stitches bad. Sadly, my fangs didn't pop out and I didn't go psycho over the smell of it. Again, I chalked it up to me being new.
I spied a glass fridge in the corner. I peeked inside and saw blue and red baskets with blood bags in them that were marked with the Red Cross symbol. I snatched an O neg bag and closed the fridge.
"Yum. Blood." My voice might have lacked excitement, but that was only because when I was a human blood grossed me out. I guess the transition just, like, took longer. Maybe it had something to do with my age. I feel like twenty-seven is sort of old in vamp years. It was particularly old, decrepit, and nearly expired in human years. Maybe because I was older it was talking my powers longer to emerge. At least, that's what I told myself.
"Bottoms up, Peaches," I sighed to myself as I sank my teeth into the bag and got ... nothing but plastic. Several minutes of gnawing on the bag later, and I finally poked a hole in it. It was sort of like drinking a super gross—I mean
delicious
Capri Sun.
So the taste wasn't the best, but maybe O neg wasn't my favorite. Plus, I bet it would have tasted a lot better from the warm, heart-beating source. Still, blood tasted like, well, blood. And after two minutes of trying to gag it down, I decided that maybe blood wasn't really what vampires ate.
I mean, Marcelline on Adventure Time (one of my guilty pleasure shows) just sucked the color out of red stuff. Maybe the same applied to me. Maybe red apples, cranberries, and cherries were what I needed to eat.
Well, I had all of eternity to find out. But, first things first, I needed to find a way out of this creepy blood-and-dead-bodies infested place. There was no going home; but I'd been, uh, camping and I could rough it for a night. Plus, if worst came to worst, I could see if my vamp mind-control powers had come in yet. Now
that
would be cool!
