❝So do you per chance know a guy called Edward Cullen?❞
❝I will hit you, Stiles❞
❝Does that mean you do?❞
Juno Clarke has learned to stay away from love for over 600 years. A sarcastic boy however is challenging her ability to do s...
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"You know there are patients that need that," Melissa McCall teased. Her words startled Cyrus, making him cringe slightly at being caught taking blood from the hospital. Slowly, he turned around and smiled awkwardly.
"Melissa, I promise you, we won't experience a shortage in blood," Cyrus assured. "How did you even manage to catch me?"
"As soon as Isaac came in with your sister ripped to shreds and told me you two were Vampires, I knew you were the cause of some rarer blood types going missing," Melissa explained, "but tonight was slow, and nothing has disappeared for a while, so I camped out here to really see for myself."
Cyrus cursed under his breath, but ended up chuckling at her antics. "Well, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone; my sister and I need to eat too."
"There are also patients who need that blood you're taking. Maybe I should just hang up some garlic around this floor to keep you away?" Melissa joked, however the look of pure horror on Cyrus' face made her smile drop. "You're not actually weakened by garlic, are you?"
"Do you remember that night when your son brought you dinner from that Italian restaurant, and for the rest of the night I couldn't work near you?" Cyrus recalled. Melissa furrowed her brow as she remembered that night vaguely. The corners of her mouth curved upwards slightly as she connected the dots. She couldn't help but laugh, thinking that the garlic joke she made would just be harmless, but clearly was an actual threat since it would weaken Cyrus. "It's nice to know you find my weaknesses amusing, McCall."
She rolled her eyes, "I'll be sure to let Scott know that Italian is a no go if we want to keep our top surgeon in good shape." Cyrus smiled at the compliment, taking out his hospital ID so he could finally clock out of the hospital after being on call for so many hours. He bid Melissa farewell as he swiped his ID before leaving, taking long strides as he kept the blood packets secure and out of sight. When he stopped by his car, he felt uneasy with the parking lot atmosphere.
It was the middle of the night, and normally there were a decent number of cars but somehow tonight the hospital was near deserted. Cyrus quickly stored the blood in the trunk of the car, but shifted his eyes around the parking lot, wondering if he were being watched. He concentrated, trying to see if there were any minds he could read nearby that could tell him if he weren't alone. He heard and could smell no one, but he still remained cautious as he unlocked the door to the driver's seat.
He stiffened as he felt a presence behind him, and somehow, he managed to know just what that presence was. Slowly, he turned around and faced the dark figure with eyes glowing neon green just like a firefly. Cyrus' lips thinned as he kept his body still, knowing well that the demon wanted. He felt the sharp, claw like, fingertips of the demon trace against the flesh behind his ear. Staring right into the demon's eyes, he felt a sharp scrape on his neck and collapsed to the ground, paralysed as the demon faded into the darkness of the night.
