Chapter 6
With the urges gone, and the images of Cliff slowing fading, I sealed my bite marks with my saliva and then began the process of draining the rest of Michael’s blood. Biting was my preferred method of feeding. Since I refused to waste a good meal, or several, depending on the body, I took extra precautions during the embalming stage to ensure I retained as much of the blood as possible. I tried plastic baggies and food storage containers, but the blood went off too soon. It wasn’t until I discovered the process of canning vegetables, that the idea of canning the blood come to me. I have a ready supply of canned blood in the root cellar beneath the funeral home. I use them on occasion to supplement my income by selling jars to the few nests of junkie vampires that live in the city.