Chapter Forty-Three: Bloodlust And It's Consequences

"Cut yourself," the man said walking towards her with a can that had been cut open. The sharp metal glistened in the dim light. "Let us see if your blood is like ours."

Velma knew that there was no way she was going to pass the test. She was a werewolf and her blood was bound to remain red when she bled unlike the vampires whose red fades rapidly into purple and then a dark blue like the night's sky. She looked about her warily, eyeing the closest exit and thinking of the perfect timing to bolt through the door. However, the man seemed to read her thoughts because with a nod of his head, two men stood at the entrance.

"Are you scared of a little pain?" He raised his eyebrows, walking closer. "I can help you out."

"I should leave." Velma had a tight smile on her face. "Sorry for invading your space gentlemen," she bowed and turned her back.