Rated M just in case-possible violence, etc.
Maggie grew restless as the sun went down, her newly sensitive ears picking up on her parents' movements on the main floor. They were talking about her again-they seemed to be constantly concerned. And, to her great relief, they both easily accepted that she was no long human. Her mother had even taken to checking on her every once in a while to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't 'thirsty'. It was a bit humiliating, in her opinion, to crave blood. But she took great pride in the fact that she still hadn't attacked anyone, even if Maria (one of the local vampire leaders) did seem to assume it would only be a matter of time.
She scowled faintly at a picture of she and Sar on her wall and she took it down, fairly tossing it across the room. Her fingers twitched with the restraint it took to not throw it hard enough that the frame went through the wall. Asshole. A werewolf and he hadn't even bothered to tell her. And she was supposed to be his best friend.
She frowned slightly when she heard her older brother in his room 'studying' with his girlfriend and reached over to turn her stereo on to try and drown out the noises she could hear. She hated feeling like she was prying because she could hear everyone's conversations from the house next door.
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