The next few days were pretty routine. I went to the school, did my homework, fed my cat, watched reality TV, and pretended I wasn't craving blood so severely my stomach always hurt.
I also did a pretty good job ignoring the brothers and Cindy's phone calls and texts.
But on Monday morning of the following week, I woke thinking I was going to die.
Blood! Blood! Blood!
The word pounded through my body over and over like a frenzied crowd at a fight club.
I went downstairs, desperate for food, and saw a package sitting on the counter with a damn note.
Remember, twice a day. That was all it said.
By the smell, I knew it contained my bloodlust tea.
Peeling back the wrapping, I quickly made myself a double dose and drank it with relief. The hunger was still there, but now it was b
