At the conclusion to the story, Heather succumbs to her thirst and learns what happens when she loses control.
Heather lost track of her dreams, memories and reality. She thought Teri tried to wake her up twice but she wasn’t sure whether she was dreaming it or remembering the morning before. She dreamed she was flying and it was as glorious as she remembered. Wind buffeted her face and fur and she spiraled down to the ground before swooping back up. Catching prey in flight. Claws rending flesh. The smell of blood filling the air. The rush of excitement from the chase and the kill. The near sexual pleasure she felt as she drained the-
“Heather,” Teri whispered. An echo of the day before. “Hey.”
“No,” Heather rasped. Her back was to the other woman. She’d curled up in a fetal position under her covers while she slept.
“Heather, it’s almost 1 pm. Tell me the truth. Are you sick? Or just tired?”
“Tired,” Heather said faintly. The young lady could barely think and she was sure she couldn’t move. Her body didn’t exist to her; only her mind was there and that only faintly.
“Oh, Heather. I’m worried about you. You’ve gotten worse since yesterday. I’ve got the room for another day but I think I’m going to ask for a doctor. I’m really seriously worried about you.” The bed moved as Teri sat beside her friend.
“No,” Heather said again. She pulled her knees closer to her chest and the move tired her.
“I’m sorry, Heather. I have to. You haven’t been right since-” Teri screamed. Her hands flew to her mouth as she stumbled up and away from her friend.
In her sudden fear of being found, adrenaline surged through her and Heather found the strength to face her friend. Heather’s eyes were an endless black and her fangs glistened in the dim light filling the room. Her long, curved ears twitched in irritation.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” Teri screamed.