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ARIANA'S POV.
"What? This is blood?" Miguel asked, spinning around?
"100 percent blood." Sunny replied, smiling, and still filling his bag with the wine bottles.
"You don't mean it." Miguel said, looking at Miguel in horror.
"The minute you acknowledge something unusual with you, more unusual things happen, and it gets worse when you identify those unusual things as perks of being a vampire. You start changing when you accept who you are."
"Well, we can't carry heavy luggage. You have to drop one of them." I said, hating the fact that I actually wanted to taste it, and see if it tasted as disgusting as blood usually tasted, or if it would taste sweeter.
"Do you want me suddenly luring a human and sucking her dry, right in front of you? Just let me be." Sunny snapped, and went around, looking for more bottles, as he hummed to himself.
"Do you think we'd be drinking that someday?" Miguel asked, looking at Sunny as he went past.
