Alana’s POV
The door to my room burst open, and I stumbled inside. My mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood, which made me nauseous, but it still did not stop me from wanting more. My mouth watered as I remembered the blood I had seen.
“You are already back—” I heard someone say before I turned around to see who it was, and Nancy was standing behind me. She looked terrified when she saw the blood on my face and she rushed to me. I could feel the throbbing in her neck, making me want to suck off her blood too but I knew I could control it.
If the blood was not in front of me, then maybe the urge to feed was not going to come as much as it did. I felt stupid and pained just thinking of how I was going to do that to an innocent person. What the hell was wrong with me? What did
