Hunted

Chapter 6

Daniel grabs my arm and pulls me away. He drags me behind a building and when the smell of the blood lessons, I start crying. I slide down the wall and put my head in my hands. I know I'm wasting precious blood by crying, but I can't help myself.

"Hey, it's alright. You'll learn to control it." Daniel leans down in front of me.

"You call that control?! I almost went for that kid!" I sob.

"You couldn't help it. Now let's go get you some blood." He grabs my hand and pulls me up. I stand close to him as we walk out of the alley. Everyone stares at me, but I don't care. "You may want to put up the fangs." He whispers to me, and I realize that I didn't put them up in the alley. I quickly snap them back, but with the silence of the courtyard, they could be heard a mile away.

We walk straight to Ms. Keefe's office, ignoring all of the guards trying to keep us out.

"Elizabeth. Daniel." She greets us, her graying hair in a ponytail. "I've heard the news." She looks at me. "Please, come in." She opens her office door wider and we walk in.

"Before we start, Ma'am, Lizzy is in desperate need of blood." Daniel interrupts.

"Did you feed her after the turning?" She looks angrily at Daniel, who stands tall under her scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes, of course. But after the events of last night and this morning, she needs some more."

"Alright, I'll have some sent in. Any specific type, dear?" She asks me and I shake my head. She walks past us to a guard by the door. "Please go get two bottles of blood. It doesn't matter what type." He runs off and a moment later, he appears with two bottles of dark red blood.

I can barely contain myself as she slowly walks over here, with the bottles in her hand. Daniel rubs my back comfortingly, but even that can't distract from the scent of the A- and B- blood.

Before I can stop myself, I rush at Ms. Keefe. She doesn't even flinch as I snatch the bottles from her. My fangs click in and I drain the first bottle in less than five seconds, the thick metallic taste of the blood rushing down my throat. I empty the next bottle a little slower, but fast nonetheless.

"She doesn't seem to have much control." She remarks and grabs the bottles from my hand, not unkindly. "We'll work on that."

She walks over to her desk and opens a drawer. She pulls out a needle and a little handheld machine. I know what it is! One of my teachers brought one to class and told us it was used to find how much venom was inserted in a young Vampire.

Ms. Keefe walks over to me, and stabs me with the syringe. I wince, and she draws out a whole syringe. She then inserts the syringe in the machine and her eyes go wide. "Impossible." She whispers.

"What?" When a teacher says that, you know it can never be good.

"That Vampire inserted 97% of his venom in you. Theoretically speaking, you should be dead right now. I mean, actually dead." Wow. Big number there. The highest ever recorded was 74%.

"How did I survive?"

"I have no clue. Will, perhaps. Or maybe love." I glance up at Daniel, who looks and feels as much shock as me. "Have you been able to read emotions, Elizabeth?"

"Yes, and I can tell you what blood type you are."

"What is mine, then?" She looks skeptical. I step closer to her and take a deep whiff. Strong perfume and the scent of A- blood washes over me.