Tayla's POV
It was just before dawn and dr V came back downstairs and found me.
He immediately walked backwards.
"I'm not a werewolf Dr Vierdenig. I'm not going to eat you or attack," I said. I sat in the broken glass still.
"T-Tayla. Where are Carter and Holly?" He asked obviously shitting himself.
"I made them leave. I'm not going to hurt you Doctor. I just want my dad. Please. That's all I want," I begged him and a tear slid down my cold cheek.
"How are you crying? You're dead," he said. This enraged me beyond belief.
"How am I crying? I am a human! I miss my father. The only person who matters to me. The only reason I am alive. The person who had saved me more times than anyone had saved anyone. I cry because he is not here. I cry because I need him!" I screeched. I want to rip right through his corrotal artery. It was pulsing in his neck.
"How dare you ask why I cry!" I got to my feet and he backed up into a wall.
"How dare you say I'm dead! I feel! I can feel sadness. I can think. I can function and move!" I got right up close to him.
"And I can do this," I smiled and grabbed him by the neck, sinking my teeth in as far as possible and ripping out chunks of flesh.
He stopped breathing and fell to the floor. I wiped my mouth. The fresh blood was amazing. Feeling his pulse on my tongue was invigorating.
Lifeless had no appeal though. A few minutes later he rose.
He kind of wandered for a bit until he made his way out the door and I took down the barrier and let him out to just stand in the street awaiting stimulation.
I waited for Rhiarn Terry to arrive.
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