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would
lose." Then moving toward the door, she turned at the entrance, and smiled
at them. "So do the math there. Two of those times she'd kill one
of my people. A thing that even your Bey could not manage and he's the only
other one of you worth his salt. I do think that you youngsters could learn to
be the same however, if you really try? Especially you, young Miss
Harris." It sounded nice and polite, but there was no mention of a
goodbye.
    Lucy just left, using the front
door.
    Leaving him to fend for himself.
Except that the others stayed with him too.
    Scotty sighed, and then looked
around, scared still. That was what it seemed like. He was moving more than
normal, at any rate.
    Tyler shrugged.
    "You should all go get some
food. I think we have some blood in the fridge?" He glanced at Rebekah.
She owned the blood harvesting concern for the entire country. The Human one at
least. Eve owned the animal blood one, which was a big deal as far as Vampires
went. There were new laws for them that meant they weren't allowed to get their
own from people anymore. So if you wanted the good stuff, you had to pay.
    Cow blood was more like living
off of soda and protein drinks, if he had the idea right. It could work, but it
was less fun.
    In charge or not, and she really
was as far as the band went, Rebekah got up and looked at the other two.
    "Miss Harris, would you like
some? I need to see to myself and my charge." It was a very funny way of
putting things, since she meant Scotty. Plus Ginger had been staying there, so
they should have been on a first name basis by that time.
    Regardless, Ginger shook her
head.
    "No, thank you. The Rotted
had a real point. I need to be more disciplined. I know, it didn't seem like she
was saying that, but it's one of the things that Eve has worked with me on. We
really only need to feed about once every nine or ten days. She can go for
months that way. Half a year or more. I think there's a trick to it, but I
haven't asked yet. It's probably hard."
    That got Scotty to sit down, his
body shaking a little more.
    "But the hunger..."
    Ginger, looking younger than
anyone else in the room, and no one seemed old, smiled then.
    "That part is always there. Always. But just because we hunger, that doesn't mean we need to drink.
It's like going out in the sun and staying up all day. Anyone can do it, if
you're willing to suffer the pain." It was spoken softly, like she was
suggesting shoving your hand in a fire was just another thing, as long as you were
willing not to pull it out.
    Rebekah grimaced, and shook her
head. Her words though were a lot different.
    "We should do that then.
Scotty? I won't make you. I think that I need to finally grow up though and
become a master as well. I'm over two hundred. It's time."
    That got the squirrely and
squirming Bat-Vamp to make a distressed noise.
    " Fuuuuck . That's not
fair. The other kids don't have to suffer like that." He looked at Tyler
then, who had a raw looking stump sticking out, and a black and white keyboard
over his lap.
    There was a gentle snorting sound
from Rebekah, and some eye rolling from Ginger, but Ty nodded.
    "True. As far as I go
anyway. My baggage is totally different than yours. My trials,
too." He flashed back to the cave then, and shuddered a bit, recalling the
hunger that he'd felt at the time, the life energy he needed not coming in from
his mom. Cut off like that, he'd nearly gone insane with hunger.
    If what these three had to put up
with was anything like that, then he could see how not having their daily blood
would be a big deal. Even if they didn't need it. It was why he'd taken his own
head off like he had at the time. There was no way he could have stopped
himself from eating the little boy he'd been with, otherwise. Consumed alive,
because that was what his body had really needed to keep going.
    If God hadn't sent that water for
the boy, Tyler would have had to kill him first, so he wouldn't suffer. Then
himself, to keep from eating