But something is off here. Vampire injuries didn’t heal quickly, and a vampire typically only bit the neck, since that was where the best blood was. Additionally, it was very difficult for a vampire to feed on a new person before their victim was completely drained of blood. I have heard of vampires toying with their victims. But once a taste of one person’s blood was had, a typical vampire couldn’t drink blood from another until that person was drained or turned. The power of the blood was too strong. For one or two vampires to bite dozens of victims in one night without draining them was unheard of.
Trisha printed out the article and called Malik. She had to meet with him about this tonight. It was too suspicious to ignore.
“Hullo?” He grunted into the phone.
“Malik, its Trisha. We need to meet, tonight if possible.”
“What? Huh?” Clearly he was just waking up. Malik loved to sleep and was unable to stay up past sunrise or wake before sunset even if he was in a darkened home. Usually he slept an hour or two past sunset if he could. Trisha rolled her eyes a little. She would never understand how he had become the leader of the vampires, and having to turn to him every time she wanted to do something had been a thorn in her side for too long.
“Something happened last night that I need to talk to you about. Can you meet me at the noodle place in Chinatown in an hour?”
“Mmmm…urgh…uh…what time is it?” She heard him rustling around in his coffin. I don't know how I put up with him for so long." Malik started sleeping in a coffin about fifty years after he was turned. He found it strangely comforting. Trisha had been bothered by it when they had been married. When they broke up and she saw him for who he really was, it made sense to her.
After a minute or two of rustling he responded. “Okay. I’ll see you in an hour I guess. This better be really important.”
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