Anya continued choking and blubbering into her father's chest as he picked her up and brought her to their bedroom. After a few minutes, he asked if she was hungry, and Anya was ashamed to say that she was. But she needed to eat.

"Y-yes!" replied Anya before falling back into tears again. She liked blood. It tasted good. It made her feel satisfied.

She didn't [i]want[/i] to like blood, though. Or how it tasted. And she certainly didn't want drinking it to satisfy her.

"I can stop being a vampire soon, right papa?" Anya choked through the tears.