Michael blinked, staring at Eve for a moment, then he decided to just let her drink.
It was a strange feeling, to be just allowing this to happen. His hand was feeling pain, but Michael didn't seem to be getting the signals. Not that he minded.
He did wonder, however, if that was because it was Eve. It would be pretty weird to ask anyone else to bite his hand, though, so he doubted that he would ever really get that answer. She did really like blood. Last night, when she had been drinking from Luke, she had been a lot more tame.
Michael wasn't exactly surprised. He had seen that look in her eyes. The wild one, the one strays get, whether animal or human. The kind of look that said they'd given up hope for a human to save them, or even care about them at all. The kind that said they thought they had to do everything on their own. After something like that, they'd either reject or cling onto any sort of display of affection. It seemed she was the second type, though that didn't surprise him either.
Eve didn't have to do everything on her own, though. Because she had him, and Luke, and Zoe and Kane were with them too. That was a pretty good group, in Michael's opinion. To her, he was probably a lot like Luke, but inferior. It depended on exactly how much she clung to her fixation. Some people had fixations but could ignore them and their consequences, while for others, it was more like a drug. Some had even been known to go through withdrawals.
Michael would honestly be more surprised if she wasn't one of the latter group. She was physically strong, but not mentally. The stereotype, while generally decent for a stereotype, was true in this case.
Sort of.
It wasn't exactly her intelligence that was lacking, more her mental fortitude. As previously noted, she placed a lot of her own self-worth and self-esteem in others' hands, though Luke's weren't the worst for that image to be in.
He was lying to him, of course. Michael wasn't surprised by that. He did what he had to do. If he was a part of some secret society, he likely wouldn't have told the group either.
But that depended on their exact influence.
Specifically, whether or not they were strong enough to survive the apocalypse. That part, Michael was still trying to figure out. To be honest, Zoe and Kane were a lot less concerned than most people would be at the advent of the apocalypse. Luke and Evelyn couldn't really be counted in this regard, because they were both insane. Sort of like Michael himself.
Of course, that could be a result of their own individual strength rather than their association's power.
Michael had seen enough of it that that very well could be the case.
Michael likely wouldn't get an answer to this until they faced a much stronger Mutated beast, or a pack of them.
The easiest way to determine whether their confidence came from themselves was to put them in a situation where they couldn't deal with it with their own power. That was going to be a problem, though, because hordes of zombies didn't even threaten Kane, apparently.
It was a question for another time.
Evelyn looked up at Michael. Her brown eyes had a hint more red in them than they had had moments before, but despite the vampire-like characteristic, she wasn't being aggressive. In fact, quite the opposite.
Eve leaned up and hugged Michael, holding his hand in hers and stroking it.
Just as Michael was beginning to wonder whether she had some sort of magical healing, she pulled back and beamed at him, and his hand was wrapped in a bandage.
That had been so smooth that Michael hadn't even been able to tell what it was that she had been doing.
She really was not normal.
Michael smiled back at her, and she immediately brightened.
"I'm sorry for biting you without warning!" Eve chirped, her deameanor far too cheerful for just having bit someone.
Michael assumed that she had mistaken him for Luke. It was alright, really. After all, he had done something that probably only Luke had ever done to her before. Although apparently offering her a hand to help her get up when she was feeling groggy was highly similar to offering her his hand to drink from.
What have I just gotten myself into?