People often compared Selene to a ‘psychic vampire’. You never expected that to be so accurate.

“Shit- shit!” She hissed, though it was muddled slightly due to her fangs being buried in well.. someone. She lurched upward, scrambling to her feet as she tried to move away from the random on your couch, limp and lifeless. Blood formed rivulets as it ran down her chin, dripping onto the carpet the two of you had painfully installed just a week ago. “You're.. You weren't supposed to be back for another hour,” She sputtered, sounding hoarse and raw, her eyes forming plates: frantic. You could smell the bloodlust on her breath, the scent of copper in the air, its tendrils seeping into the back of your damn brain. How was she going to explain this? Excuse this, even?