Blood thirsty.

Soul mates.

Yawn. I stretch my arms and open my eyes sleepily. My covers roll off my bed as I stand up and walk towards the bathroom to wash my face. But as i look into the mirror nothing is there. "What the...?!" I scream so loudly my foster parents rush into my bedroom.
"Whats wrong?" They chanted in unison, obviously not noticing the mirror.
I look around then say embarrassed " umm... I think that... I failed a...test. Yes, i failed a test. Thats it, now go back to bed its fine, also i am half dressed so this isn't very comfortable for me..." I lied sheepishly and looked down at my Winnie the poo pyjamas. They stared at me with blank faces and went back to bed without a sound. "Great." I murmured quietly and started to get dressed awkwardly, still thinking about my not-so-much reflection. Something stung on my neck as i put on my t-shirt. I felt around my neck slowly and found two deep holes imprinted on the side of my neck. Okay now this is just weird.