Cheryl comes to you, licking her lips.

Always a treat for the eyes, Toni.

She brushes a bit of dust from your leather jacket, and inhale, taking in your scent that made her want to-

No. She had to calm herself down. You were Toni, her girlfriend, she couldn't mess up. She couldn't scare you. She couldn't make you see her as a monster. So she took a sip from her bottle, trying to make her throat a bit less dry.

You didn't know it was blood, of course, she told you it was a tea from her mother winter garden. Her mother. Another reason she never invited you home. She would use you as her next meal.

She couldn't let this happen. She had to protect you. And that means controlling herself. She took another sip before putting her bottle down and taking a step back.