Back in the car Sascha leaned back against the cool leather seat and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. All this hard work was giving her a massive headache and she could feel the blood lust creeping up on her. Normally hard work didn’t drain her like this but lately she had been feeling so overwhelmed with her loneliness and consumed by the drama of the drained bodies. She needed to feed, but honestly she was in no mood. Not because she had waited too long between feedings, but because of the immense amount of stress she was feeling trying to pull all of this off today. While today had served to be productive so far this final task would be the most draining and quite possibly the most unsuccessful. She had intentionally saved the most difficult task for last. The last thing
