Excerpt: Frogger

Kathrine woke up on the floor, and looked up at Misty, but found she was too weak to get up properly.
“What the hell did you do?” She asked.
“I bit you of course. You'll start feeling better in a bit. Being dead takes a little getting used to. You'll find your strength. You probably need a little food.”
“Dead! What do you mean dead?”
“Well...you're dead now,” Misty said. Her voice was so soft it was hard to hear her. “Please don't hate me, okay?”
“I already hated you! What did you do to me?”
Misty's lip quivered a bit. “I thought it was okay with you, there was tons of foreshadowing, remember? You bloodied you hand, and I was all fascinated by it, and I always blocked my fangs when I laughed, and you said my hands were cold. But you came anyway, I thought you were all right with it...”
“You're a fucking lunatic, you know that? Whatever you did to me just fix it! Fix it now!”
Misty whimpered slightly and ran to the kitchen, bringing out a large punch bowl filled with red liquid, and a ladle. She held the ladle to Kathrine's lips, and let a few drops of liquid fall onto them.
Kathrine forgot herself for a second, unable to deny the liquid was delicious. She put her lips to the ladle and sucked it into her mouth, as Misty tilted it so she could drain all of the liquid.
“More,” Kathrine gasped as she finished. Misty obliged and refilled the ladle, bringing it to her lips. Kathrine drained the ladle again, and this time found the strength to pull the ladle from Misty, and drink a few more times.
“What is this?” She asked.
“Blood,” Misty said.
Kathrine spit what little she had left in her mouth back into the bowl.
“Blood! Whos blood? Where did you get blood?”
“It's...actually your blood,” Misty said. “When I'd had my fill, I just drained the rest. I can't drink a whole person by myself, so I thought the guests could share the rest. And I guess you need it too, you're new, you need your strength. Fortunately you can feed off your own blood.”
“I think I see what's happened here,” Kathrine said. “You bit me as part of your sick little deranged vampire fantasy, and now you're pretending this is my blood. Where'd you get it? Did you rob a hospital? Is it yours? Have you been stashing your blood until you had a bowl full?”
Kathrine reached her hand up to the bite on her neck. The skin around the two holes was perfectly dry, and painless.
“Where's the blood?” She asked. “You bit me, there should be blood!”
“It's in the bowl!” Misty said. “Haven't you been listening to a thing I've been saying? It's in the bowl for the party guests!”