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translucent, where my fingers were pinching it together. It should definitely hurt, but I felt nothing. Maybe I’d suffered some kind of nerve damage, when the girls attacked me?
         ‘Jessica, you can’t hurt yourself’, his voice interrupted. You won’t feel pain the same anymore,’ and my eyes were once again drawn to his, which were now looking more than a little confused.
         ‘You must be hungry. Eva will be here soon and you can feed.’
         ‘Feed? I’m not an animal. Why do we have to wait for Eva anyway? Has she gone to the supermarket?’ I said, refusing to accept the niggling little feelings creeping up on me. A dry, aching thirst was building in my throat. A thirst like nothing I’d felt before. A thirst for …No!
         But his words remained in my head, buzzing around like a swarm of belligerent bees. It couldn’t be true, could it?
         ‘I need to see Luke, and Alex. Oh God! What have I done? No! What have you done? You did this to me! I’m supposed to be having my eighteenth birthday party next month.’ He started to interrupt, but I railroaded him and carried on, picking up speed and volume along the way. ‘You probably got those girls to attack me. I remember it. I heard you saying that you knew I was the one you wanted, when you saw me in the club.’ Fury raged within me, unstoppable, and I leapt from the bed in one swift cat-like jump and was on him, punching him, tearing at his hair, and clawing at his face.
         He did nothing to fight me off. There was a slight noise behind me, then someone incredibly strong ripped me from him, and with a wrenching noise, a handful of his hair came with me. She propelled me backwards and pushed me unceremoniously down onto a soft stool she’d pulled over from the dresser.
         ‘Here drink this,’ she said. A mug of warm, thick, dark red liquid was thrust into my hands and I looked from the stunning dark-haired girl to the drink with disgust, until I caught its smell and something inside me took over. Its sickly sweet taste made me think of rare fillet steak, and strangely, dark bitter chocolate at the same time. I gulped it down and needed more, which she must have anticipated as she handed me a second, and then finally a third. 
         Coming to the end of the final drink I looked up at them. Daniel had deep, dark scratches on his face and there was a small wound on his head, the size of a fifty pence coin, where I’d torn out his hair. It was raw and bloody, yet even as I watched it, I could see the blood clotting, the skin healing, bit by bit, as the tissue knitted together again. By the time I’d finished my drinks, his face was once again perfect and his hair was even beginning to grow back.
         The girl watched me studying his healing wounds and smiled.
         ‘Think of it as one of the perks of our life. We may have to hide out when something occasionally goes wrong, but at least it’s difficult to hurt us! Try it again, if you feel the urge. Daniel likes it; it eases his guilt. It probably arouses him as well! Notice how he didn’t fight back?’ I looked at her in horror, but couldn’t tell if she was serious or not and she carried on. ‘Though it may be a different story, now you’ve fed. You’ll be stronger, so go easy.’
         ‘You’ve got to be joking? You want me to fight him?’ I questioned. She shrugged, a half smile crossing her face as Daniel frowned at her, before interrupting.
         ‘Eva, stop it, you’re distressing her,’ he said, but she just shrugged again and carried on.
         ‘You should know though, that in your case he actually did save you, and he didn’t even get to drink your blood.’
         ‘I saw him with blood on his face. I remember,’ I interrupted, but she merely frowned slightly and carried on.
         ‘He did not