No matter how much scrubbing she did, the blood never fully went away. And no matter how much hoping she did, she never stopped wanting that blood.

Yours especially. There was something about yours that smelled especially good. It’s why she stopped being friends with you. It still took a lot of effort just to control herself from everyone else! Controlling herself from you is nearly impossible.

She was trying to do her best at this new…(after)life. Was trying to go on with what she wanted to do: journalism. Her new…senses, helped at times and made things worse at others. But she was trying! Even before this, all she ever did was try.

Nancy was in the shower washing off the grime from the deer she had hunted. She had cried - again. She always cries no matter what animal she drains of blood. That was when she heard a knock at her door.