The Food of Love (Only Lovers Left Alive)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

They mostly stayed close to the house for the next two days, while Lilith recovered, with Adam leaving only to get food for her, as well as supplies for his latest project.

Lilith played her music, read a little and watched movies with Eve, while Adam did god only knew what in her spare room. On the second night he locked himself away, curiosity got the better of her and she knocked on the door.

"Come in."

She opened the door and found a room that resembled a chemistry lab.

"Pretty sure a science lab wasn't on the deeds. What are you doing in here?" she asked.

"Just a few experiments," he answered, his gaze focused on the microscope before him.

"Into?"

"Transmission, reflection and absorption of light."

"Oh. Okay. Why?"

"It was either this, or rewire your house, and Eve said you might not like that."

"Probably not," she agreed, wandering around but careful not to touch anything. "Are those UV lamps?"

"Yes." He didn't look up.

"Why?"

"To test compositions."

"Are you intentionally being obtuse?" she asked.

Finally he looked up at her. "I'm concentrating. Can I help you with something?"

"No, I was just curious."

"There's no point explaining it unless I'm successful."

"Okay, fine." She backed towards the door. "I'll leave you to your man cave."

***

Adam was upstairs, still tinkering the following night, when the doorbell rang. In a second he was standing beside Lilith, who had been playing her piano in the lounge; Eve was sitting on the couch, where she had been listening to her. They all shared worried looks.

"I'll go," Eve said, leaving the room calmly but with hurried steps.

Adam could hear Ava's voice as Eve answered the door and he stepped closer to Lilith, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Who is it?" Lilith asked.

"Ava," he answered, his tone dark.

Lilith placed a hand over his and he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't worry," he tried to reassure her. "She won't be staying."

Lilith watched as Eve half carried and half dragged Ava into her living room.

"Get her out of here," Adam told Eve.

"Darling, she's starving, we can't send her away in this state, she won't last the night."

"So you want to give her some of…" he glanced at Lilith, "our blood?" he sounded incredulous.

"Please," Ava begged, although her voice was weak. "I'm sorry but I had nowhere else to go. Please help me."

The helplessness in her voice tugged at Lilith's heartstrings and she had to remind herself that Ava wasn't a child, she was a few hundred years old, and a killer to boot.

Adam looked down to Lilith, one eyebrow raised in a silent question; her blood, her choice.

She shrugged slightly, unable to refuse Eve a request that would kill Eve's sister, but not exactly happy about her blood being drunk by this woman.