Who: Jezebelle and Erin
When: Evening
Where: Forsythe and Family Funeral Parlor
Sometimes, Erin was astounded by her own awesome.
No, seriously. The way she saw it, most people had a friend (-slash-guy-they-wanted-to-fuck-stupid) in the hospital, and they bought a card, or balloons, or flowers. Erin Fucking Forsythe had hit up Craigslist looking for vampire blood. And
actually fucking succeeded. The arrangements made, she’d headed downstairs, drained a pint of her blood, and by the time the sun was setting she was sitting at her kitchen table nibbling cookies and drinking orange juice. She felt a little woozy - being a regular blood donor, she was perhaps pushing this impromptu bloodletting just a
smidge - but she was sure it would pass soon. Not bad, considering.
Since Graham had successfully found himself a blood doll on Craigslist, Jezebelle thought it might be worth her while to keep an eye on other vampire related dealings in Scarlet Oak. She was shocked to see Erin’s offer and even more surprised to see that she was the first one to respond. Then again, maybe not every vampire was looking to get high, but with Graham around, it seemed like a good deal. Even better, it was her own type of blood,
and fae, so maybe she’d just keep this for herself. At least it would be good to have as back up for when Graham was going through withdraw.
Walking up to the front door of the funeral parlor, Jezebelle glanced up at the sky, putting her hand out for a drop of rain. Drat. She was hoping they’d gotten past this. Plus, she’d forgotten her umbrella and didn’t even want to know what the rain would do to her
dress. Hurrying up the rest of the way, Jezebelle knocked on the door, eager to get inside before it really started raining.
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