I was torn. I can’t keep him in the house hungry. I have children. He may not be able to restrain himself. What would a mother do?
Of course…I have to think of an alternative. Edward drinks animal blood…where can I get or order some animal blood? Jollibee? No. McDonald’s? No. Chowking? No. Pizza Hut? No. Red Ribbon…
Aha! Just a few calls and I can have his meal delivered.
I hope that this risk works…it should work.
When his food arrived, I took it out of the package and transferred it lovingly on a nice bowl.
“Edward! Your food is ready.” I called.
“You hunted for me? How did you get a mountain lion in the metropolis?” Edward answered with eyes so black, it scared me. He IS hungry.
“No. I ordered something for you.” I replied.
“You ordered something for me? Have you forgotten that I am a vampire? There is nothing in restaurants you can order for me.” Edward responded.
“In the Philippines, there is…” I replied. Then, I presented him with his food.
“Here, try this. It’s called dinuguan or pork blood stew. I can have the coke if you don’t want it.”
“Oh…” Edward said as he curiously examined my offering. “This is new. Why is it black?”
“Well, the blood has been cooked. Why don’t you try it? It is still hot…I know you like your food warm.” I encouraged.
“I smell garlic and chilis…” Edward replied.
“Is that a problem? I can take them out for you.” I offered.
“No. You know that the vampires and garlic theory is not true.” Edward responded.
“Go ahead, Edward. Eat…I mean, drink.” I said.
Edward bent over and devoured the dinuguan in lightning speed. After his meal, he looked up. His eyes were golden again.
Edward smiled his crooked smile and said “I like it here in Manila. Even the people eat and drink blood.”
I’m glad my risk worked. Thank goodness for dinuguan!