Missy knew that the texts she was getting from Nikita were right, but that did not mean that they irritated her any less. She knew her irritation was really directed at herself for not bothering to bring a bottle of blood with her just in case, but was she supposed to admit that? Was she supposed to kneel down and tell Kristen that she was sorry, but they had to go because her sister could not handle it? That Kristen herself was starting to smell too good and she needed to get home? Blood, it all comes back to blood. But even though Nikita had offered her an out, Missy could not take it. Maybe a few months ago she could have, but not now.
"No, it's not," Missy agreed, feeling her own throat starting to burn. Oh hell, no, no I cannot cry here. Weeping blood would be just as bad as being seen drinking it. People knew what sort of creature cried blood, and it was not human. "It's my fault, and I should've thought." But I want to be normal and normal people don't drag around thermos's full of blood. "But I didn't. And I can't go. Please, Kristen, don't make this a big deal." She could already feel everyone staring, and if she had been able to then she would have flushed from embarrassment. "We have to go home."