In the early wake of hours, the girl sat at the table with a boy not far next to her. The front of her beige dress had turned crimson, traces of blood on her mouth and chin due to coughing out the blood that had been served to her. A woman stood far from the table who looked utterly embarrassed looking down at her young daughter dread, and shame filling up her mind as the realization of what was going on hit her.
"Emmanuel!" the woman's voice screeched in angst, "Emmanuel! Come here quickly!" a man came hurriedly into the room.
"What happened? Why are you shouting this early in the morning?" he asked her to see the woman nod her head towards the table. The man's thin eyebrows furrowed deeply when he looked at the blood that was spilled everywhere in front of the girl.
"Do you know what this means? It is as we feared. The girl isn't a vampire anymore, she's unable to digest it!" the woman spoke hurriedly looking behind her to make sure the maid who worked for them wasn't nearby.
