Cool You're A Witch

The next few days were pretty routine. I went to the school, did my homework, fed my cat, watched reality TV, and pretended I wasn't craving blood so severely my stomach always hurt.

I also did a pretty good job ignoring the brothers and Cindy's phone calls and texts.

But on Monday morning of the following week, I woke thinking I was going to die.

Blood! Blood! Blood!

The word pounded through my body over and over like a frenzied crowd at a fight club.

I went downstairs, desperate for food, and saw a package sitting on the counter with a damn note.

Remember, twice a day. That was all it said.

By the smell, I knew it contained my bloodlust tea.

Peeling back the wrapping, I quickly made myself a double dose and drank it with relief. The hunger was still there, but now it was bearable.

I knew it'd come from Professor Pops. I thought about thanking him but couldn't bring myself to dial his number.