I momentarily closed my eyes.
"When the transformation was complete, David was gone. He left no word of where he went. I was scared. Confused. Thirsty. Heartbroken." She shook her head, her body tensing.
Gently, I set my hand on her arm. "I'm sorry he did that to you," I said.
"Thanks." She gave me a grateful smile. "I had no idea how to be a vampire, but everything inside of me just instinctively knew that I needed blood. I drank the first thing I could find - the neighbor's pet chicken."
I scrunched up my face at that mental image.
"My father caught me. He said some truly awful things to me, and then he said I was no longer his daughter. He made me leave." She hung her head.
"Oh, Whitney. I'm so sorry," I said. I was starting to sound like I didn't know any other words, but what else could I say?