The cabin smelled like burnt wood and musty, old flesh. Erin stuffed bits of steak into the juicer in the small kitchen in the corner, draining the slabs of meat of its blood as my stomach rumbled in hunger.

"Are you hungry?" Erin asked me. I watched chunks of meat and blood spill out from the spout straight into a glass as if it were normal. I almost hurled, but the sweet smell of blood drove me back.

"Starving," I confessed, reminding myself this was my new reality. Erin grabbed a thick mug filled with blood with 'I bite' written on the front and smiling lips with fangs just above the writing off the countertop and handed it to me.

"Drink up. You'll need your strength in an emergency," Erin urged me. I drank the sweet and salty blood, letting it rest on my tongue before I sucked it through my fangs like a vacuum, licking the residue of my teeth as a heavy adrenaline rush brought me almost back to life.

Erin plopped a big piece of raw steak with a knife and fork on a plate. Then he wandered away from the mess and back to his bed momentarily. "Unlike humans and vampires, wolves can digest raw meat—Bon appétit," he sliced into the raw streak and took a chewy bite.

"Good for you," I snapped back before sucking down my cup full of blood. It wasn't so much that I missed regular food. It was more that I craved certain things my undead body could no longer process.

"You two, Jeremy," Erin yelled as Jeremy emerged from the bathroom with a towel tied just below his six-pack abs and adonis belt. I nearly choked as I sucked down my fanged lips mug full of blood. Before I could cover my eyes, I noticed Erin checking him out with a broad, cocky smirk.

"You good, mate?" Jeremy asked him.

"Perfect," Erin said, shoving raw meat into his mouth. Then his eyes shifted to his plate.

"I came out here to grab a pair of boxers," Jeremy said. "Do you have a spare pair lying around?" I rolled my eyes.

"Sure," I sarcastically threw him off. "I do if you want dirty, used, sperm-stained underwear." Oh yeah, vampires can reproduce. Who knew? Gabriel, one of the King's eldest allies, told me the other day over a can of blood-infused beer, but I figured it out after my sex drive peaked after growing fangs and a craving for blood.

Jeremy hardly looked amused by my snarky jab. "Let me just grab a pair of my new boxers," Erin butted in, walking off the dresser, where he pulled out a brand new pair and tossed it. Jeremy caught it as his towel dropped to the ground; he displayed his junk for Erin and me.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," I roared, covering my eyes and turning around as Jeremy grabbed his towel from the floor, quickly tying it back around his waist.

"Save that for hell, blue boy," Jeremy barked from the bathroom.

"I'm looking forward to it," I grumbled, giving a thumbs up in that direction. It wasn't like I liked the idea of going to hell, but anything was better than living life as an immortal bloodsucker at this point.

"Ha, you say that now, but you'll regret everything when I'm torturing your miserable ass."

"Great," I muttered sarcastically. I forgot Jeremy was part demon. Vampires were, too. They were mostly soulless and had no empathy for anything that breathed, but vampires could fight their psychopathic desires if they pushed themselves hard enough, as I did.

The very few vampires that worked with werewolves fed off the blood of pre-killed human and animal corpses or donated blood and fought the urge to kill in cold blood. According to Jeremy, Incubi, and Succubi fought their desires to feed off human souls. They are just as much of a killer as vampires.

"You're so dramatic," Jeremy muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I'm straight. There's a difference." I accidentally set my cup to the side, nearly crushing the porcelain. A chunk broke off, and my hunger intensified as I doubled over. Erin shoved his plate on his mattress and wandered to the kitchen.

"Alrighty. Another cup." He grabbed a slab of meat off the counter with his bare hands, shoved it in the tiny tube, opened a cabinet, and grabbed a twilight Jacob mug. Blood seeped out the other end into the cup, and he licked meat juice off his fingertips.

I doubled over again in pain, watching Jeremy roll his eyes as he walked back into the bathroom and slammed the door. "I'M COMING!" Erin yelled, racing across the room with a full cup of blood.

"I brought you the good stuff—pigs' blood," He said, slapping the cup in my tight fist. He guided my hand to my lips, and I quickly sucked down the cup as my shaking limbs halted.

"That's good."

"Of course, it's good. It's full of fat," Jeremy snapped, appearing half dreshalf-dressedrts just below his waist as he watched me.

"You say that as if I'm trying to watch my calorie intake," I said, rolling my eyes.

"You probably need it," Jeremy bantered. "Aside from the bit of muscle you0 put on after that bite, you're still a weak little—"

"Shut up, Jeremy," Erin defended.

"Geez, puppy boy—"

"I'm serious," Erin snapped again. "Leave him alone and put on some clothes." Erin glared at Jeremy before his eyes shifted south of Jeremy's upper body.

"Do you like what you see?"

Erin rolled his eyes, shifting on his mattress. "Wuff. Put on a shirt," Erin growled.

Jeremy laughed, shaking out his damp hair, and saluted Erin as he returned to the bathroom.

"You like him," I said, watching Erin retreat to the back of his mattress.

"You shut up, too," Erin barked at me. I rolled my eyes, watching his cheeks turning bright red. He scoffed as I rolled my eyes back in his direction. Sure, I'll shut up. Geez. Who cares if he liked Jeremy, anyway?