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The gifts kept on coming.
Will was given over the course of the next week: expensive suits that collectively cost more than his house, luxury dog beds that cost more than dog beds had any right to, diamond cufflinks he knew he’d never use, and a boat.
Yes, the Vampire King sent him a boat.
The boat was the reason he finally called the number on the card.
Though really it was mostly to laugh at how ridiculous Hannibal was.
“You do realize I’ll never use the boat.”
Hannibal paused on the other line.
“I was under the impression you enjoyed fishing.”
Will smiled. “I do,” he sighed, “But I have no use for a boat that big and no room in my already full garage.”
“I see.”
“I get what you’re trying to do,” Will mumbled, taking off his glasses with a sigh, “But I just...I think it’s a bad idea no matter how much money you want to give me.”
The silence on the other end of the phone made Will anxiously look at Buster and Harley surrounded by the already growing so fast puppies.
“You’re certain?”
He chewed on his bottom lip and looked at the line of dog beds piled up in the corner of his living room. “Yes.”
“I won’t pretend I’m not disappointed. Your blood has been the only thing I’ve thought about for weeks now since that first taste.”
Will felt himself blush. “I’m sure you’ve been around a long time, right? You’ve had plenty of blood.”
“None like yours. The vampire community is still quite a buzz about its sudden disappearance. Ambrosia is...addicting, and blood addiction can lead to...frenzy.”
He frowned. “Are you threatening me?”
“Of course not,” Hannibal said, “I am merely concerned for your safety at night. If I can recognize the scent of your blood so easily others may be able to as well.”
Will scoffed. “You are . I said no so now you’re trying to scare me.”
“I am doing no such thing, Mr. Graham. I am merely concerned. But if you chose not to believe me, that’s your problem. Keep the gifts, or sell them. It’s your choice. I will leave you alone from now on.”
The call ended and Will tossed his phone on the bed.
“Asshole.”
How dare he threaten Will?
He’d been perfectly safe until that night in the alley and unless Hannibal himself hired more vampires to attack him Will was sure he’d be fine.
And if they did come, Will had plenty of wood in the house.
It wouldn’t be too hard for him to make a few stakes.