Chapter 4: Come Home for ChristmasTy
It was a little less than a month since my eighteenth birthday, when Adam Dasani, vampyre, had fed from me, Tyrell Small, sabor, for the very first time.
It had been an amazing experience, although for a few days after I’d felt a little drained—no pun intended. But three solids a day for about a week took care of it, and now I was feeling pretty darned good. Feisty, in fact.
This was my destiny, as too many people had been all too willing to tell me. I was born a sabor, one of those whose blood contained a certain element vampyres needed to survive. Only the most diehard of the traditionalists fed from the so-called normal people, the rest making do with withdrawals from their local blood banks—they’d nuke the bags to 98.6, and voila, instant dinner—
