I tipped the blood bak down my throat from the vial. It was cold. Yuck. I grimaced hugely, and Peter laughed beside me.
"No good?" he asked. I shook my head. The docter came bacck in. Limous? Is tat his name?
"Excuse me Docter?"
"Hhhm?" he turned to me.
I swung my legs a little. "May I drink from you? Only from your hand?"
"It won't turn you, don't worry!"
"If you wish." He gave his palm forward hesitantly. I pressed it to my lips, then bit slowly. I drank, and I watched his face, as I looked into his eyes. I took my fangs away, and kissed the tiny marks. The docter wiggled his fingers, looking at his hands. "You have powers?"
"I can heal with a kiss, and can read the latest though from people." I said proudly.
"Just sit and wait here, ok? I need to talk to Peter alone."
"Ok." I smiled as they walked out. I sat, still, silent. I watched them talkin from behind glass. They seemed to be talking about me...