It was inhuman of him, maybe, but he didn't even have a mind to spare for that woman's intake of breath over the intercom.
No, protecting one woman was more than enough of a trial for him, which was why he was so quick and silent in preparing for the night. He shoved the three full bottles of blood in the back of the closet, as far as they would go (they didn't make any noise, which made the vampire wary of how utterly congealed the stuff was, if not altogether rotting at its core), picking the fourth up and settling it onto his mattress.
He was going to need something for tonight - especially if they were monster hunting - but Edward was not looking forward to twisting the cap off and examining the contents. Even rotting blood would be enough to sustain him, and it wouldn't poison him, it was just... utterly disgusting.
It could wait. He placed it back on the floor and shoved it in the closet. He knew Venom would be coming to his room, so all of his item collecting could wait until Bella was safely not wandering the hallways anymore, as he knew she would be doing.
A quick return trip. Nothing to be worried about.
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