[Doctor Gabriel]

Gabriel looked down sorrowfully at the poor girl who had quite obviously been just about to feed off of him. The lump in her pajamas and the strange shape the towel on her head conformed to answered at least a couple of his questions from last night.

First a teenage girl…

Now some kind of… Werepire…

Gonna need to think of a better name for it…

Regarless, next fledgling I hear bitching about being cursed is getting socked in the face.

Try being a father, ya whiney merde embulante...

“Shhhh…” the vampire soothed as he held the hybrid in his arms, “Calm down. You had a rough night and you’re all turned around. Just go sit on the couch and I’ll bring you something to calm your nerves.”

He lead her to the living room, no longer caring if she noticed him sizzling beneath the duvet. He guided her down and pretended not to notice when her tail moved to keep from being sat on. He then flicked on the lights and pulled shut the industrial grade blackout curtains he’d had custom made and imported from Switzerland. Considering they blocked light, UV rays, and just happened to be bulletproof made them well worth the five digit price tag in his mind.

He shrugged the blanket from his shoulders with a sigh of relief and placed it around his adopted daughter as he headed toward the kitchen. He started up the coffee maker then reached into the back of the freezer and lifted the lid of the secret compartment on its bottom. He pulled out a packet of blood from within a box labeled “Old Nancy’s All Natural Rocky Mountain Oysters” and tossed it in the microwave for a few minutes. The the false bottom was a good defense, but it didn’t hurt that almost no one would want open an ancient box of bull testicles.

The microwave announced that the blood was ready and Gabriel went grab a mug. He put the blood in first, filling a third of the already oversized mug. Next was the coffee and finally a hearty helping of cream and sugar.

The coffee was the ensure it didn’t look too red.
The cream and sugar was to try and hide the taste.
So far it had worked, considering he’d been drinking it every morning he’d had to rise with Mila.

She never did ask why I always took her to school before sun up and made her ride the bus back.

“I call this Uncle Gabe’s Shitty Night Recovery Tonic,” he smiled gently as he placed the steaming mug into the traumatized girl’s shaking hands before sitting beside her, “It’s my secret hangover/breakup/general bad times antidote.”

He put a careful, comforting arm around her and waited.

What happened a few minutes ago told him she wanted to drink his blood.

He hoped the AB- would be enough to dissuade her from trying to do that again…