"Oh my fucking god," I whispered, getting out of bed.
I looked at her. Her hair falling over her smooth face, a sly smile on her soft lips. I didn't regret this. I didn't regret it all. But... I would die when I got home. Savannah would be able to tell. I ran fingers through my hair, searching for my pants. She moaned and shifted in bed. God, she was beautiful. She slowly opened her eyes.
"Good morning, sunshine," I said, "um... you know where my pants are?"
She sat up, the white linen sheets covering her.
"No. It's... hot," she complained.
She slipped into my shirt which was lying on the bed. Where the hell were my pants? My phone rang. Perfect timing, Savannah. I quickly grabbed my phone, answering.
"Hello," I yawned.
Sofie walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"Hey, baby," Savannah's smooth voice entered the phone, "how's the convention?"
"It's fine. We're discussing what new books we should bring into the curriculum."
"Like what?" she asked.
I had to think of something fast.
"The Great Gatsby?"
"Ah, I love that book."
"Yup. Well, Professor Huntington's calling me."
"Alright. When are you coming back?"
I hung up.
"Wren," Sofie called from the bathroom.
"Can you come in here for a minute?"
I walked toward the bathroom, opening the door. She was glancing in the mirror.
"Why are my eyes completely red?" she asked.
"You're done changing."
"But why aren't your eyes red?"
"When you've drank enough blood, they'll be gone."
"So, I'm done? No more pain?"
She wrapped her slender arms around my neck, kissing me.
"Wren, who's Savannah?"
She waited for an answer I couldn't give.