"Meaning we have to kill someone," Bette said with a gulp.

"I was expecting this," Shane said standing up off the bed, "so who do we kill?"

"We can’t tell you that, you let your instincts guide you to the person," Dana said, "plus Tina and I also need to refuel."

"Isn’t this what got you in trouble in the first place?" Carmen teased.

"We have to survive just like every other species don’t we, now let’s go!" I urged.

We left the house, letting Shane choose first. We followed Shane as she ran instinctively around town until she reached a construction site in the middle of the freeway. 

"Here Shane?" Dana asked.

"Yeah," Shane said clearing her throat, "there someone in there I’m craving big time."

Two workers walked out of the low trench and started heading towards their cars.

"Break time," the man said giving the other worker a pat on the back.

"Yeah, take your time," the female worker said, "I have to call Yolanda anyways."

"Man that woman of yours nags like nobody’s business," the man said.

"She’s so damn stubborn," the woman laughed, "bring me back something yeah Calvin?"

"Of course Candace," he responded mounting his truck and driving away.

I tapped Shane’s shoulder and Shane leapt into action with a growl. She tackled this Candace woman into the trench and that was heard was a scream, then it was silent. 

I walked forward slowly, looking into the trench where Shane was sitting on top of the dead woman, with blood all over her chin. "You alright?" I asked.

Shane nodded solemnly and wiped her chin. She stepped out of the trench and we walked slowly back to the group.

"You okay baby?" Carmen asked rubbing her back.

"Yeah, yeah it’s just…I’ve never killed anyone before," Shane said.

"Carmen, do you want to go next?" Dana asked.

"Let’s get it over with," Carmen said. Then we were all following Carmen. 

That was until I saw someone. "Oh shit! Dana! Your ex!"

Dana whirled her head around, "oh shit! Tonya!"

"Damn, it’s been like 10 years right? She looks fat," I laughed.

"Ugh and she’s still a bitch," Dana said.

"Well you still need to feed," I said.

All eyes were on Dana who looked at Tonya who was sitting on the bench in the park, talking obnoxiously on the phone. Dana sighed and walked over to the bench as we watched her from behind a tree.