I was torn. I canâ€™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. McDonaldâ€™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.
â€œEdward! Your food is ready.â€ I called.
â€œYou hunted for me? How did you get a mountain lion in the metropolis?â€ Edward answered with eyes so black, it scared me. He IS hungry.
â€œNo. I ordered something for you.â€ I replied.
â€œYou ordered something for me? Have you forgotten that I am a vampire? There is nothing in restaurants you can order for me.â€ Edward responded.
â€œIn the Philippines, there is…â€ I replied. Then, I presented him with his food.
â€œHere, try this. Itâ€™s called dinuguan or pork blood stew. I can have the coke if you donâ€™t want it.â€
â€œOh…â€ Edward said as he curiously examined my offering. â€œThis is new. Why is it black?â€
â€œWell, the blood has been cooked. Why donâ€™t you try it? It is still hot…I know you like your food warm.â€ I encouraged.
â€œI smell garlic and chilis…â€ Edward replied.
â€œIs that a problem? I can take them out for you.â€ I offered.
â€œNo. You know that the vampires and garlic theory is not true.â€ Edward responded.
â€œGo ahead, Edward. Eat…I mean, drink.â€ 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 â€œI like it here in Manila. Even the people eat and drink blood.â€
Iâ€™m glad my risk worked. Thank goodness for dinuguan!