Chapter Sixty: Blood Theory

The lady staggered backwards, her expression a mix of surprise, satisfaction and pain, as Velma fell to the ground— weak and at a loss of blood. The world around her seemed to fade, her senses dulled by the darkness that threatened to consume her. The other three ladies, their eyes gleaming with hunger, stepped forward to drink from the wound that gushed blood from her neck. Velma's consciousness wavered, her body growing weaker with each passing moment. She felt the life slowly draining out of her, too weak to even muster a scream. She lay on the ground, still and unmoving, her eyes closed, but her mind painfully aware of the fangs buried deep into her veins, drawing blood.