"How can you be so calm about this, Daddy? I have to drink blood - I'm a fucking vampire now. Don't you see? I'm a fucking monster," Minerva spat, getting angry now and wanting to hit something. Or hex something - or someone. But, they took her wand away when she was admitted to the hospital.
She sat in silence for a moment, then shrugged. "Just a bloke I was hanging around with. And please don't start, but he's a werewolf. But it doesn't matter because I'm not seeing him anymore. He wanted more from me that I didn't want to give, and he didn't want to stay friends. That's all," Minerva said, picking at the blanket with two fingers.
The container that held the pig's blood had a warming charm on it to maintain the temperature and prevent coagulation. Minerva had only stared at it stonily when the mediwitch brought it in the first time, then turned on her side away from it and promptly went asleep. The mediwitch knew that Minerva would come to her senses eventually. It was rare that new vampires let themselves die out of hunger, at least in her experience.
Minerva took the container from her father, and when she was sure he wasn't looking, she sniffed the substance inside. She suddenly felt ravenous - not nauseated at all by the scent. Timidly, Minerva sipped at the blood and it was still warm but instead of gagging it was like drinking warm, comforting milk before bed.
Then she was gulping the entire contents down, and half-way her mother burst into the room. Poor Hannah - looking white as a sheet and her hair flying in her face.
"Minerva, gods. Oh thank gods you're okay my baby," Hannah whispered fiercely, her hand to her chest and went to her daughter quickly. She then stopped.
"What is that? Is that...what the hell is going on here?"