Let Annie rest

Annie may have been wanting to continue our moment but her body is looking bad due to the blood loss.

“I’m sorry, child. If I were to continue you surely would perish. I don’t want to hurt you further. Perhaps another time when you are back to good health.” I tell her.

Annie looks disappointed, confused but understands well. She wants to live, but the feeling of my lips and fangs waltzing on her sweet tender neck gave her something to look forward to.

I helped her up and gave her some water. I guided her out to the main area. She walks off, waddling like a dopey duck. I signal to staff member and they help her sit down at a table.

I feel a light tapping at my shoulder. I look to where the tapping was and I see someone.