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George P.O.V
I'm sitting on the ground playing marbles with my good mate Ringo while John and Paul are writing songs. Since it's our day off we decide to stay at our flat, do to bad weather.
"Ha! I win pay up." I yell while Ringo rolls his eyes. He groans and says, "Seems like I left my wallet in my coat." He says standing up going to the coat rack. When he leaves I start staring at his neck. I haven't eaten in a while, I say to myself.
"George!" John whispers, "What?" "You know what. If you're hungry Eppy has some blood bags." Paul says. Before I say anything else ringo comes in with £10.
"Here you go mate. I think I'm going to go shopping. Care to join?" He asked looking around. I want to say yes but my hunger for blood says otherwise. "Sure. I need some new shoes." Paul says standing up. "Um no sorry, me and George were thinking of doing something." John says before I can answer. I shoot him a glare then turn to Ringo as he is looking at me and all I can do is nod. I don't want to hurt him.
"Okay see you lot later." Paul says putting on his disguise. Ringo huffed and put on his own disguise and heads out.
"Why'd you do that?" I ask "You're too hungry, and I don't trust you." He says putting on his coat. "Get your coat on, we're going to Eppy's." He says throwing my coat to me. "Fine" I say as John gets out his wand. I cringe and say "You know how I feel about teleporting." I say "And you know I don't give a damn." He says being cocky. Wanker was the last thing I think before he teleported us to Brian's house.