For a moment I’m completely disorientated but when I receive a long lick down the side of my neck and hear a tiny whine, my muscles relax. ‘Bloody dog,’ I grunt, gently pushing off Kimchi. He seems determined not to leave the bed until I get up. His large soulful eyes hover over mine. ‘You still need to lose some weight,’ I tell him. I’m gifted with another lick. Dragging myself to my feet, I pull on some clothes and pad into the small living room cum kitchen. I leap back half a metre in fright when I see I’m no longer alone. ‘Vampires have enhanced senses, Bo,’ my grandfather says, lifting a bushy eyebrow in my direction. ‘You should have known I was here.’ I scowl at him then I walk to the fridge, take out a bottle of blood and glug it down noisily. I can’t live off blood unless it’s fresh from the vein but it’s always handy to have some decanted for when I really need it. And I know the action will piss him off.
