"No. You're not going to die on me," Cecilia said. She placed her wrist in her mouth and bit as hard as she could until she broke the skin. Cecilia placed her wrist against Beatrice's mouth. Beatrice didn't immediately latch on.

　　"Drink, dammit. Drink. You're going to leave a lot of people upset if you die. Now, drink!" Cecilia yelled at her. The scent of her blood finally made Beatrice latch on. She began taking long pulls from her wrist as she attempted to gulp down ...