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Rejection always stung, especially when it came from the small blind cat swatting at me with his paw. I winced, pulling my hand back in time to see the blood welling up from the thin streaks across my skin.
“Bad cat!” I scolded, pushing the creature off my lap and onto the carpet. He was getting worse at behaving this way. It was a good thing Mika wasn't human any more or my mouth would be watering and hankering for a snack any time she tried to play with Jester.
Not that he was ever as mean to anyone who wasn't me. Which was completely uncalled for, if anyone asked me. I was perfectly delightful.
I pressed my wounded hand to my mouth, trying to stop the bleeding. For a vampire who needed to drink blood to survive, my own blood was always disappointingly blah and a good reminder wh
