Cursed to be a werebeast was annoying, to say the least. Especially when the beast in question was a mosquito.
“Stop doing that, you vampire!” her sister scowled, slapping at her. “Not for another day!”
“You know I’m not a vampire,” Agathe whined. “I’m just hungry.”
Her sister glared, waving ahead at the blood bank. “Then put on your mask. It’s time to steal enough blood to no longer worry about this.”
Unfortunately, they would have to hit another blood bank, as they found out quickly the vampires had already hit this one, leaving Agathe’s sister in the awkward position of knocking someone out for Agathe to feed.