Zeeland
I sucked on my forty blood bag for the night and still it wasn't enough. I wasn't satisfied, I needed more.
"Zee?" Michael tapped my back when I reached into the fridge to take another bag of blood. "That will be your forty one blood, what is wrong?"
"Nothing." I mumbled and popped my fangs into the bag.
"Seriously." He came forward and stood in-between me and the fridge. "I've known you for close to six thousand years Zeeland, you can't lie to me. Tell me… what's wrong?"
I sighed and threw the empty disposable bag on the ground where the rest was. "You might yell." I said.
"You said might, which is a probability, I may not even yell so go ahead and spill it out." He dragged out a chair and sat down, a sign that he wasn't going anywhere until I told him what had me looking gloomy.
"I entered her head." I finally said and motioned him to hand me another blood from the fridge. He hesitated but finally took out one and gave it to me.
