Irie inched closer to the cooler, taking great care to avoid any possibility of touching the light. The cooler popped over to reveal four quart jars of blood, and his eyes widened in shock. He leaned forward and took a deep breath. The scent of blood twined tantalizingly around his nose. Wait... He took another breath and looked at the jars in surprise. He could smell the difference! Two different types of blood! No, he must be overthinking it. After all, she'd already told him there were two kinds.
He picked up one jar with great care and opened the lid. His hands shook as the scent grew stronger. A groan shivered from his lips. Then he lifted the jar to his mouth and started drinking. Once he started, he couldn't stop! He forgot about moonlight. Forgot about the agent and his house. Forgot about everything but the sweet, coppery taste of nourishment!
He was on his third jar before he slowed. He drank the fourth jar slowly then licked off the rim. Somehow, shockingly, he'd managed to keep from spilling all over himself like a psychopath, and he laid back with a deep sigh. So this was what it felt like to be full! He could have easily drunk another jar, but he felt satisfied. The pain in his belly was gone, as were the blisters on his hands. For the first time in weeks... he did not hurt!