I wake up on my couch. "Was it all a dream?" I tentatively feel in my mouth. Fangs. It wasn't a dream.
"Julie...I'm sorry..."I pause, hunger panging deep in my stomach. I REALLY need to feed. I get up, walk around for a few minutes, and spot a deer. "Gotta talk later!" I yell into the receiver. I then catch the deer and begin to suck it's blood. I gag a little. "Raven was right; this does taste like shit. But I have no better options." I mumble and force it down my throat, the hunger inside me unwillingly sated.
I hear the receiver scream this, yet the regret is that I had never tried to be so stupid, now, forever,my fate intertwined with those I most didn't want. "I'm sorry..."