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Hannah was not like other girls. Yes, she liked to gossip about the Appleton boys, drink Starbucks, and kiss girls.
But she was also the daughter of a werewolf and a vampire. Hannah had no reflection, and unusually large fangs. Most people didn’t notice the fangs, and she tried to stay away from mirrors as much as possible. Only the staff and the Blue Team knew the extent of her disparities.
It seemed as if she had inherited the worst traits of both her parents. She needed to suck blood, and on the night of the full moon, a pair of fluffy ears and a tail would emerge from their hiding places. Barbara always thought that they were cute, but to Hannah’s father, they were a failure. A failure to be one or the other. Vampire or werewolf. He wanted her to just be a normal beast.
But now was not the time to be thinking about family matters. It was that time of the month. The full moon was out, and her ears had already sprouted. Her blood cravings only got more intense on these nights. Normally, she would be back in her dorm already. However tonight, she was on the night patrol. Barbara was the usual blood donor, but she was on the other side of the school grounds. It would be too risky to try and fly to her. She began searching for a target. Her enhanced senses alerted her to a presence a few corridors away. That poor girl would have to do.
A few minutes of walking later, she spotted Amanda sitting pretty in a windowsill. But then she made an error. She stepped on one of the many creaky boards in Luna Nova. Amanda jumped up and ran. They would normally be faster than the auburn-haired witch, but with her heightened abilities, she was able to catch up rather quickly. She slammed them into the nearest wall.
“Hannah?” The redhead's panicked voice echoed through the corridor. “What are-” Hannah sunk her fangs into the soft skin of the butch’s neck.
“Agh!” Amanda clutched Hannah’s back, drawing her closer. “Why-ah!” Their cries were laced with barely concealed pain. The normally tough person was close to tears, and they held onto the vampire for dear life. “Nines-” They collapsed in her arms. The last remaining drops of blood fell onto the floor.
“Sorry.” Hannah had been careful not to draw too much blood. She had always felt bad when she took someone’s blood. Amanda’s cries of pain echoed in her mind. Barbara could usually power through and not pass out, but Amanda did. Just another thing to weigh on her mind later.
After carrying Amanda back to their room, Hannah gently set them on their bed. It was a somewhat difficult ordeal, mainly because Jasminka’s bunk sat above it, but she managed.
She laid a kiss on their forehead. “Sleep tight. I’m sorry that I had to do that.” Tucking them in, she prepared to head back out into the night. With one last goodnight kiss, she left. Tomorrow would definitely bring consequences, but she’d burn those bridges when she got to them.