#68

They had to draw her blood. That was the only way to know for sure. While the vampiric tube ate hungrily from the vein in her arm, she thought of how strange it was that someone else could be in her blood, uninvited. When it was over, she went to her favorite coffee shop and bought a medium black drip and a long sleeve t-shirt with the coffee shop logo on the chest. She wanted to cover her arms and to never hear anyone speak about “community” again.