- Calla took one of the shredded pieces of broken bottle in her hand and smiled. She stood up and went to her bedroom. She sat on one of the couches in her room. She took off the pendant again and put it aside. She made a small cut on her palm and screamed on the top of her lungs. In a minute or so, the door of her bedroom burst open and Ethan stepped in. Ethan looked around and found no one except for Calla. He sighed in relief and started walking towards her. He held Calla's hand and brought it to his lips. He licked her wound and in a few seconds it healed. "When did that happen?" Calla asked as she held her hand high.
- "I don't know, right after I drank your blood, I guess." Ethan replied in a guilty tone. Calla held his hand and kissed his cheek.
- "Why are you feeling guilty?" Calla whispered.