"Craving?" she asked. There had been a strong craving that she had been trying to ignore. "Blood…" she murmured, without realizing it. She looked up at Ereba. "This is crazy," she said. "Of course not…" Alrhough all the evidence pointed to vampire, she couldn't believe that. There was just simply no way that the stories could be true. She tried to come up with any other logical explanation, but nothing came to her. 

As a child she had loved stories about vampires. Much to the irritation of her mother, and the dismay of her twin brother, she spent so much time immersed in vampire lore, stories, and movies. She would pretend to be a vampire, and force her unfortunate brother to be her victim. It was a phase though, a childish belief in the supernatural. She grew out of it, and moved on, and now she felt like she was being dragged forcefully into one of the stories she had loved, and now feared. 

"Whose here, what do you mean?" she asked, her nervous gaze scanning their surroundings. This was one time she didn't let her curiosity get the best of her, and she didn't slow down.