The next day Eddie desperately needs to feed and hires a courtesan. He feeds on her and as she lay dying he tells her of the young man, Waylon who had spent the night prior, how now he wished he could of at least had a small taste of his blood.
Yup. I’m fucked. I wasnt into Eddie. And then you went and did this and now I’m fucked.
Now all I can think about is Eddie sinking fangs into my neck.
ImmortalWave 