Re: 10 minutes later...
Those ten minutes had been dreadful. Letha had stayed curled into the ball on the floor as she waited for someone, anyone, to come home and help her. What was wrong with her?
Vampires did not get sick.
Not even a little bit.
She sincerely thought she was dying. She had to be. Maybe someone had poisoned the blood. Maybe it was just her time. Maybe Rinth was being a cruel bitch and thought the elder vampire should move on now.
Whatever it was, it sucked really bad.
More concerned about herself than anything, she barely registered that Jeremiah was there until he was right there in front of her, pulling her close as asking what was wrong.
"I don't know," she shivered. Her skin felt aflame with a fever and yet she thought she was freezing.
Vampires didn't get hot nor cold, either.
"Something is wrong," she moaned, wrapping her arms around him. "I tried to drink and it tasted horribly wrong," she pointed to the first wine glass that was still full and the three other bags she had taken sips out herself. "Then, I found myself eating all of the food. As if I was a starving human that hadn't ate in forever. I got sick and I feel unwell..." she paused, her eyes glazed over slightly. "Am I dying?" She clung to him, afraid his answer would be yes.