Chapter 23: You are awake
Apocalypse?
Just the thought sent a chill down Damon's spine. He would be lying if he said he wasn't excited for something like that to happen, but at the same time, he was also terrified. He had no control. No knowledge. No guidebook for what came next.
And right now, not even Bloodreign was talking.
"Are you there? Bloodreign? Little red?" He tried calling for her again, but there was no response. It looked like not everything from the game was transferred to real life. Maybe it was a gradual process? Maybe it would happen tomorrow? He had no idea.
All he was sure of at the moment was that he had become a vampire and he needed to drink blood in order not to go crazy. "Ya, I need to get more of that." He took out his phone and started searching for chicken blood online or, for that matter, pig's blood or cow's blood, but Instacart didn't exactly have that option.
He sighed in frustration and threw the phone on the table. It looked like he had to make a personal trip to the butcher's shop and if that did not work maybe even to the damned hospital. But he couldn't do any of that without making sure this woman didn't wake up and start screaming bloody murder.
Damon turned to look at her again. She hadn't moved. Her breathing was even, her pulse—he could hear it now—was calm and steady. He rubbed his temples. If she woke up and remembered anything—anything—his whole life would spiral faster than he could say 'I am sorry'.
If that happened...
Damon shook his head. There was no point in thinking about that now. He grabbed a spare blanket and tossed it over her. "You sleep. Forget everything. Dream about puppies or ice cream or whatever rich girls dream about."