Chester stared back at Kol in a mixture of disgust and shock. Was this a joke to him? This was her life, now. Your afterlife, sweetie, she thought bitterly to herself and felt herself begin to tremble with actual rage. The kind of rage she hadn't felt in so long that she couldn't even remember. Probably back in the dorms at IU when that bitch from 901 called Cass a dyke, like her sexuality was a dirty word and made her a dirty person.
Kol said that she needed blood and that was why he was going to get Darcy and Chester shook her head. "No! I don't want it!" she snapped. "I don't want that!" Although she wasn't entirely sure, suddenly, that she didn't; she just knew it was what she was supposed to say; how she was supposed to feel.