Each Gulp of blood the woman drank brought colour to her deathly pale skin. Her skin was now still pale but far healthier then before. After her skin had regained its true colours she began to flesh out. No longer just flesh and bones but full of curves in all the right places. Soon after that she stopped drinking.
"Oh god. What have done," She said with a quake in her voice. Falling down on the floor she clawed her phone out of her pocket. Panicked she scrolled through her contacts and began ringing someone. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz.
"Freya, where have you gone we've been searching for you all week!" The woman on the other end screamed down the phone.
"Mistress, I've done something horrible" Shaking, Freya managed to respond terrified.
"What have you done?" The mistress asked with a slight hint of concern in her voice.
"I've drained someone completely" Freya barely contained her distraught.
"Send me your location" She said before promptly hanging up.
Freya, scrambled to send her location to the mistress. She paced back and forth waiting and hoping that she would turn up even a second sooner. After 10 minutes of panicked waiting she heard the distinct noise of transformation.
Poof!
A cloud of pitch black smoke appeared from the noises source and from it the mistress stepped out. Seeing the panicked state of her child the mistress swiftly embraced her. Slowly, stroking Freya's blood red hair in an attempt to calm her. Freya, began to cry in her mistress' arms.
"I... I'm sorry" Freya sobbed.
"Its Okay. Just tell me what happened" The mistress spoke with an unnatural calm.
"I went out to find some prey." She began to explain. "But before I could a bunch of bastards from 'the freed' started chasing me. They chased me all week. They only stopped once the thirst got the better of. And all I can remember next is having drained that man of all his blood." Freya pushed out from the mistresses embrace and pointed to the car.
The mistress slowly and gracefully walked to the car. Observing the man she stated "He was going to die anyway. You didn't kill him. If anything you made his death far more comfortable."
"But.. But its still my fa..."
"ARGHHHH!" Edwin screamed out still unconscious. The mistress observed the Edwin's body even closer. After a thorough inspection a small grin appeared on her face. "It's a good night isn't it Freya?"
"What?" She responded confused.
"He's been infected. Quickly we must bring him to the manor." Those first three simple words had immediately put an end to Freya's Panic. Hastily, she snapped the branch in half and dragged Edwin out the car. Freya ripped the branch out from his chest and threw him on her shoulder. Going at a full sprint she was barely able to keep up with her mistress. Finally, arriving at the manor the mistress finally spoke again. "Now all we can hope is that he survives the transformation"