[She shouldn't be talking about this so openly, not in a room filled with people. But here she is and for some reason, she doesn't feel the urge to stop.]
I don't remember all of it. She bit me and I thought I was going to die. But I didn't. She made me drink something that tasted terrible. I woke up in my bed later. [Maybe her parents should have known something was wrong then, when she didn't die, and when the gouges in her neck healed without even the trace of a scar.]