Ferid came closer. He peered into Crowley’s face studying the reaction. “How do you like the world of vampires?”
“Kill me.”
“Fun, isn’t it?”
“Please kill me.”
“Sorry, but vampires cannot die. We are hated by God, you see. So we either go mad from living for too long and turn into demons, or just drag out an aimless existence for eternity to come. But since you have only just been turned, I shall give you a purpose.”
With this, Ferid turned his back to Crowley.
But Crowley didn’t hear what Ferid said after that. Blood. He needed blood. That was the only thought spinning in an endless loop in his head.
Crowley hardly noticed when Ferid left. Crawling across the floor using his one arm, Crowley grabbed his lower half. Once put to his torso, the lower half reattached itself in an instance. He could feel the lower half of his body again. But he couldn’t care less about that at the moment.
He needed blood, overwhelmingly so.