One person coming to take another's place, my frying pan bonks Aron on the head gently.
He is sulking. I can feel it. He is sulking so much that I want to give him my blood again.
But I wouldn't do that even if he did that thing with his pinkie again!
Even if it would be a tempting trade-off.
"Sylvan," he said. I bonked him again. "I think I'm myself again."
The humans who had not taken their turn to give blood picked up the horrified children and ran out of the tree.
I couldn't blame them. All their lives, they had been taught that vampires were evil.
Dangerous.
And here I was, making them give their blood to a vampire.
I bonked myself with the frying pan as well.
"Ouch!" Man, did I really put Aron through this? I tried to bonk myself with the pan once more, as punishment, but Aron took a hold of my wrist and didn't let me.