The first thing Kitty thought would keep her safe would be to make sure that she had some blood for Nigel and Debbie when ever they would re-appear. Luckily she had looked into bottling blood beforehand so she was sure she had all the info and equipment she needed. Sticking a needle and then a thin tube into a vein in her forearm Kitty suddenly realized on a completely new level how low she had sank.
- I can't believe I'm doing this. Alex, if you hear me, you're gonna own me big time... She mumbled to herself and waited for the blood to fill a small bottle she had at the end of the tube.
- One more. She thought when the first bottle got filled up. Two small bottles should be safe to drain but maybe not more than that. She added some substance into the bottles to keep the blood liquid and shaked the bottles one at a time while trying to stop her forearm from bleeding.
Then she placed the bottles on the top shelf in her fridge. That's the first step. But how much blood would Nigel and Debbie need before telling her what they know? 4 bottles? 8? 16? Would they just eventually suck her dry without telling her a thing? Do they even know anything? Now those were some serious questions. But the chance of them actually knowing something was worth going through all that. Atleast that's what Kitty believed. She'd rather get sucked dry by vampires trying to find her friend than live safely without trying to do a thing.
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