Amelia is thankful that the pain is gone, for the most part. While she knows she'll be hurting until the wound finally heals, at least the poison has been stripped from her system. At least now all she needs to focus on is getting herself back to health. In order to do that, she needed to get home and feed. Even though Amelia is very careful about who she feeds on, she cannot deny the sweetness that tickles her nose as Troy is close to her. She has the same urges as any other vampire and best you believe they are strong when she's injured. Troy smells so sweet but Amelia uses all her remaining energy to make sure that she does not harm her new friend. She may be a kind vampire, but she is still an animal.
He extends his hands and she grabs them, pulling herself up to a standing position. She straightens her dress before she wraps her arm around his waist for some extra support. "You have been too kind to me already. I'll manage." As she struggles to walk, they eventually make it outside the shop. Conveniently, there's a cab coming up the street as she waves the cabbie down before looking back at Troy. "No offense, but I don't want to draw any more attention to myself." She hoped he didn't mind too much.
Once safely inside the cab, she turned to the driver. "Anacosta Heights, please. Last house on the left." The cabbie nodded before he began to drive. The drive was mostly quiet, Amelia thinking back on the events of tonight and what would have potentially happened if she had not met Troy this very evening. Things would have NOT turned out okay.
As they pull into the driveway of her grand mansion, she has the driver some bills before she steps from the cab. Of course, her hired help are there at the door to see who was coming. Just as soon as they saw the lady of the house, they came running to help. "Troy, this is Ms. Weatherford my housekeeper and Mr. Milton my butler. They will get you whatever you want. Come, join us inside." She motioned for him to join her inside for a drink. After all, she wanted to repay him for his kindness.
Amelia entered the parlor and eased herself on the settee as Ms. Weatherford, an elderly woman dressed in a skirt suit joined them. "Could you please get me an 0- from the warmer." For years Amelia had her blood donated and stored in vacuumed sealed containers. She kept it warm and drank from the glass like a civilized woman. In fact, Amelia couldn't remember the last time she actually fed off someone.
Eyes looked to Troy and she motioned to a wet bar where she had just about everything you could possibly imagine. Mr. Milton, the elderly gentleman was already waiting behind the bar to get him whatever he desired. "Please, you are welcome to a drink." She smiled at Troy before Ms. Weatherford entered with her dinner in a glass. It was not see-through as to be respectful. She sipped the blood, feeling immediately better. As she finished the blood, she could feel her body growing just a bit stronger. Yes, she would feel better in no time. "Troy, how can I ever thank you for everything you've done tonight?"

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