Excerpt: Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous

David stood looking through a microscope with his back to Harold. He didn’t bother to turn and greet him as Harold walked in. Since the confrontation David had been doing his best to avoid Harold and vice versa. The whole blood drinking thing struck a little too close to Harold’s own life for his liking. That was before he found out about the Casino.

He decided to get straight to the point asking David if he’d spoken with Orlen since she came in to investigate the changes in blood supply. He asked twice without getting a response before giving up with the niceties and whirling David around by the scruff of his neck. Harold took a chance, growling and displaying his fangs, to intimidate David. It worked, though not exactly as Harold intended with David squealing like a stuck pig. He clamped a hand over the man’s mouth, shushing him, and glancing out their shared office window for passersby. No one out there on the dead shift.

“Shut up, or I will shove you in the cooler,” Harold hissed. Instantly the man queted. Harold released him. David stared wide eyed and open mouthed. He stepped back a few feet, actually hitting the wall before he stopped.

He mumbled, ‘You, you, you’re…’ over and over as his mind moved with agonizing slowness towards realization.

“Yeah, I drink blood too. And I have a few questions to ask about your bookie,” Harold muttered.