I Drank Her Blood

I grew up around unicorns, trolls, elves, and vampires. They all talked often, sometimes annoyingly so. But that was in Sharra. A talking cat in the human realm was completely different, probably because humans were normal here, as were the animals. They weren't supposed to talk. And a mist-creature wasn't supposed to invade human bodies either.

Gatsby jumped on the couch.

I sat beside him, working to get a handle on myself. "What is it?"

Gatsby curled his tail around his paws. His yellow eyes studied me carefully. "I know what happened to Abby yesterday."

I was stunned. "You do?" My hand found my way over my mouth.

"It's okay, Jasmine. You didn't do anything wrong."

My bottom lip quivered. "I drank her blood." My voice was barely above a whisper.

Gatsby placed a paw on my knee. "If you hadn't, the demura would've killed you."

Tears dripped from my eyes. I knew he was right.

"Don't cry. You're getting blood tears all over your shirt."

Crying tears of blood happened with me once in