Three simple words...

Five

"It brings great sorrow to our coven at the news of Queenie's death."
"I could bring her back!" Zoe said, tears streaming down her face.
"She's lost too much blood for her to be brought back."
"No! This can't be happening!" Zoe collapsed as Delia sat beside her, holding and comforting her. Fiona walked in, confusion on her face as she saw all of the women crying. Marie stood up and took Fiona to the side.
"Queenie was murdered." Marie whispers.
"No big deal, I can bring her back." She shrugs.
"Too much blood was lost Fiona."
"I'm the goddamn supreme." She whispers.
She walked to Delia.
"Where's her body?"
"In the greenhouse."
Fiona sighed and went outside to the green house. She looked at Queenie and cocked her head. She could smell the blood thirsty monster on the body.
"Vampire." She muttered.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who could smell it." Marie said, walking in.
"Just look at the marks on her neck and chest, she put up a fight."
"She's one of mine. What do you expect?"
"Yeah. Yeah. Pump her stomach, she's gonna vomit, so move when you see her move."
She plugged Queenies nose and blew softly into her mouth. Marie pumping her stomach. Fiona was suddenly very dizzy as Queenie sat up, dry heaving and gasping for air.
"She needs more blood, do you have any spell or are we going to take it from a few people?"
"I have a spell, that I'll do tonight, will she be okay till tonight?"
"Yeah."
"It's about damn time." Queenie gasped.
The older women looked over at her.
"I was put with a bunch of ghosts in a ghetto ass hotel. And vampires were everywhere."
"Sit down and get rest." Fiona said,
"We'll talk later."