“Hate isn't a design. It's a choice.”
Taking care of an injured vampire is hard, especially when you're bleeding profusely. In an attempt to save both of their lives, Seth leaves Victoria alone in his apartment and takes refuge with an old friend.
But old friends bring back old memories, and Seth finds himself mulling over pivotal moments in his past, from the time when his best friend died to an uncomfortable meeting with the Vampire High Council that changed his outlook on both vampires and life.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / ParanormalA knock at the front door roused Molly from sleep. It was loud and urgent, beckoning her to come as soon as possible. She groaned, wondering who could be calling at such a late hour. Then Molly sniffed the air, and her nostrils filled with blood. Him. He's bleeding. The thought made her shoot up out of bed.
Molly threw a robe around her slim shoulders, stuffed her feet into house slippers, and then half-walked, half-jogged to the front door. When she opened it, he stood before her, soaked in blood. The smell of it was so strong she had to take a step away, and as she did, he shouldered his way inside, making a beeline for the kitchen.
“Seth, what happened?” Molly closed the door and followed him.
“I need you to tend to some wounds I've newly acquired. Do you have sutures?” he asked calmly, switching the kitchen light on and moving items off of the kitchen island as if he owned the place.
“Yes.” She nodded, staring at the dark red stain that covered nearly half of Seth's loose-fitting black T-shirt. If the wound underneath was anything as bad as the jagged half-moon that leaked blood from his calf, this was going to be a long night. “What happened?” Molly asked as she went to the bathroom to gather supplies.
“The less you know, the better,” he replied, pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the kitchen counter.
It pissed her off that Seth was so vague, even though she knew he was only trying to protect her. “I thought you were done with this,” Molly muttered, returning with an armful of items: a towel, bandages, gauze, sutures, Ibuprofen, hydrogen peroxide, alcohol, cotton balls, and scissors.
“I thought I was too,” he sighed, taking the towel and laying it across the kitchen island. As soon as it was in place, Seth hoisted himself up and laid down, staring up at the overhead light.
