Liz' POV
I kinda do feel bad about biting that chick. She was Matt's first crush and I just went and bit her. I don't care much about her friend, though. Vampires have to eat, ya'know, and she tasted pretty damn good.
But honestly, I don't think all of this is my fault. I didn't know who the girl was! I feel the blame shouldn't be directed at only me. Like what was that chick doing wandering the streets at night anyway? I did bite her, but I didn't drink her dry, at least. And I cleaned up her dead friend's bloody mess.
Actually, in a way, I did Matt a favor. Me biting the chick was probably the best thing I could've done. Now that she's a vampire too they could be together and whatnot.
That's when I had a weird feeling... Maybe I ate too much?
No, no this feeling isn't my stomach. Vampires don't get tummy aches.
No, this is an emotion. Am I... Jealous?
No, what do I have to be jealous about?
I think it's the fact that Matt actually has the chance to have a relationship with someone of his own kind and maybe he could even feel normal again. This girl is his one-way ticket out of his depression and loneliness...
But that's not fair! I'm the one who bit her so don't I deserve something, too? Not a girlfriend, obviously, but a boyfriend would be nice... Why does Matt get to be happy and I'm forced to stay sad and lonely?
Well, there it is...
That's what I'm jealous of: the fact that Matt has a chance to be happy.
So this is what jealousy feels like, I think to myself.
I don't like this feeling...
