Anais shook her head to clear her fuzzy memory.
She was in an unfamiliar place, her head hurt, and she was strapped to a metal chair with thick chains that despite she using her vampire strength, it did not budge an inch.
And she was a friggin ten core vampire!
"What .. what the hell happened?"
The last thing she remembered was when the mutt had come, she had mistakenly let her vampire instincts take over and tried to attack the werewolf, before someone had hit her on the back of her head so hard that she had passed out.
The teenage girl soon noticed a figure with two glowing yellow eyes staring at her from the other side of the room, then she sighed.
"You idiot.
I wasn't going to drain anyone!
It's just a vampire impulse to attack werewolves that made me go over there, and not the blood from the DJ. We're both Dhampirs, you should understand how the blood lust is.
Secondly, where the hell did you even get this stuff?!
