I can’t seem to quit tinkering with my book. One of the agents I was going to apply to wanted 50 pages up front, and that sort of threw me for a loop (pretty much everyone else just wants the synopsis and no materials), so I started re-reading to make sure I had everything as grammatically perfect as possible (and in the case of dialog, as realistic as possible—which is not necessary grammatically correct, especially where Southern people are involved).
To make a long story short, I had a thought that now has me rewriting part of my Prologue—why does Ciaran have to have human blood? Poor Ciaran has been a vampire (Imuechmeh) for a year, and he has to have blood once a week. He doesn’t bite people, because anyone he bites turns, so he sneaks up on someone who is out alone and knocks him out and bleeds him. (Kind of like the urban myth of the kidney stealers, LOL.) But if you think about it, life would be very stressful like that. In a year you’d have to hunt down 52 people. And Galway, Ireland, is not exactly known as a centre of muggings.
Then it dawned on me that vampires can drink animal blood—to an extent. Among the Canichmehah, it’s against religious law to drink animal blood. I kid you not, but it’s not kosher (even vampires have to have some standards). But Ciaran, being Imuechmeh, would not have known that rule—not that it would have applied to him anyways. So, what’s a kind-hearted, rational vampire going to do when confronted with the desire to drink blood? Eat raw meat, I think. Or—in an even more brilliant idea of mine—order blood from the butcher. Blood pudding/sausage (aka black pudding/sausage) is made from—you guessed it—blood. Eating it is not a substitute for drinking blood (it’s a lot like eating stuffing/dressing, only with a sausage taste), but butchers in the UK surely will sell blood to people wanting to make their own.
Animal blood does not meet all of a vampire’s nutritional requirements, so they can’t live on it exclusively, but it will work for a little while. Suddenly Ciaran is only knocking out people and stealing their blood once every few months. Life is easier.
It’s not going to be hard to write that little part into the Prologue, but I am going to have to give a look over other parts of the book and see if I have to tweak any information to account for the addition. Kalyn’s father, Rob, will still be feeding Ciaran once a week, once he moves in with Anselm, because the Canichmeh are sensitive about the drinking animal blood thing, and they wouldn’t make him do that unless there was no way around it.