“You need to drink.” He told me.
“I’ll be fine.” I replied. The bullet wound in my chest burned and I could feel my flesh separating from the bone.
“You need a doctor too.” He added. “That wound isn’t healing.”
“Give it time, it will. Besides, I don’t be long in a hospital.” He moved closer to me and looked into my eyes. “What?” I asked, pushing the pain out through my voice. He didn’t jump back, just shook his head. “What the hell are you staring at?”
“You. I thought vampires were ruthless and deadly.” I let my fangs descend and revealed them.
“You don’t think so.”
“Of course not. You just took a bullet for a woman.”
“And your point?”
“Why?” He asked. “Why would a vampire take a bullet for a human? I though your kind hated humans.”
“I don’t.” I answered with a grunt. He examined his hand; it was bleeding from a deep knife wound. The aroma that his blood gave off was enchanting but I forced myself not to think about it.
Drops of his blood hit the cold concrete and he cringed. “Are you alright?” I asked.
“Fine.” He replied quickly.
“Thank you…for saving me.” I said. He glanced up at me with a crooked smile. “You really did save my life. I owe you one.”
“No problem.” He looked back at his hand again and cringed.
“Let me help you with that.” I said. Before he could protest, I grabbed his wounded hand, touched my chest to coat my hand with blood then took his bloodied hand with mine.
“What are you doing?” He protested. I ignored him and watched my blood fuse onto his hand. It encased the small hole and it sizzled. He screamed, twisting his body from left to right but never taking his eyes off the scene. In seconds the deed was done and his hand was clean and anew. “What the hell…” he examined his hand closely then looked at me. “What…what did you do?”
“Our blood has true healing powers. If only humans would understand that.”
“You…you….wow.” He sighed.
“You’re welcome.” I smiled. “We’re even now.”