When Jeanette’s mother came into the room, she immediately started to lick her daughter’s wounds.
“What are you doing?” Jeanette asks, confused at her mother’s actions.
“I am healing your wounds,” she says, before licking some more, spitting into a cup, as to not swallow the blood, and every now and then she gags.
“Stop, please mom, just go get the first aid kit,” Jeanette says.
“See, all healed up. I can’t do anything about the scars,” her mother says.
“How did you do that? Are you a hybrid?” Jeanette asks.
“Yes, your father forced me to turn. They trapped a vampire and Mateo forced twelve of us to drink him to death,” Jeanette’s mother says.
“Why?” Jeanette asks.
“It is something we were planning for a long time, but it is against the Supernatural law to turn vampires without th
