When Shawn barged into the room I froze. What do I tell him? What would I say is my reason for drinking blood? I don't even know why I am drinking blood. I am in deep shit.

“Sab? Why are you drinking blood?” he asks again, the look of horror evident in his face.

“It's not blood you dumbo” I argue back, trying to think of what to say.

“What do you mean it's not blood? I can literally smell it, and who the fuck is he? How did you get in here?” Shawn yells, making me flinch a little.

I feel wind waft through my face, I quickly turn...