I helped Scott out of the cab and into my apartment building. 

"Yo-you know Cassidy," he slurred, stumbling on a rug. "this could be completely inappropriate."

"Oh, God. How? How exactly could this be inappropriate, Scott?"

"I'm," he hiccuped while trying to look at me, "your partner. And this is your house."

I rolled my eyes while keeping an arm around his waist to hold him up and pushed the elevator button. "Scott, trust me, in your current dejected state there is no way that anything would ever happen that could be misconstrued as inappropriate."

"Miss Perry? Is everything okay?" the older doorman asked, walking toward us.

"Huh?"

"Is everything okay here?" He nodded toward Scott.

"Oh! Yeah. He's my partner. He had a few too many to drink tonight and I couldn't let him just drive himself home."

"I drank a lot of whiskeys tonight," Scott said, trying his hardest to keep his eyes open.

"You're going to be terrible to deal with tomorrow," I mumbled.

"Oh, okay. So no turning..."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Turning. You're not turning him into one of you."

"Are you kidding me? Seriously? I've lived here for how long now? And you're asking me that?"

I turned, with Scott still being supported by my body, and walked into the elevator. "Some of you humans will just never learn."

The old man shuffled away mumbling to himself as the door shut.

"He's a dick," Scott said, shaking his head.

"Yeah. I know."

"You're okay. You know that right?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You're okay. You don't deserve that shit."

"Oh. Thanks."

"Yeah." He looked up at me, looking a little green around the gills. "I don't think it's staying down."

"Can you hold it in? For like two minutes?"

"I dunno."

The elevator dinged and I picked him up. "Sorry about this. I don't mean to just carry you like a child, but I don't want you to vomit everywhere."

"How is this happening?" he asked, his head flopping back.

"Half vampire, Scott. Remember?"

"You have the strength?"

"Yes. I have the strength. Let's get you inside to the toilet before you throw up on both of us."

I hurried into my apartment and put him down, face first, in front of the toilet just in time. As soon as his forehead hit the toilet rim he let loose.

I cringed and backed out letting him have at the consequences of his bad decisions.

"I guess I could get him some Tylenol and Gatorade or something." I knocked on the door, not waiting for his response. "Hey, I'll be right back. I'm running to the store really quick."

I left, not bothering with the elevator. It would be quicker to flit down the stairs than wait. As I walked out the front door, a tall man in a hoodie walked past. Inhaling deeply, I knew his smell, but I couldn't place it.

A neighbor?

I kept on going getting to the 24-hour gas station that was a few blocks over. I grabbed a few different Gatorade flavors and a few different bottles of pain reliever. There was never a need for me to take them so I wasn't sure which ones would work the best for hangover headaches.

Walking back to the apartment something stung the back of my neck. I swiped at it, but saw nothing. A bad feeling started in the pit of my stomach. A strange tingly sensation came over me, something I had never felt before. My vision went a bit blurry. Stumbling, I grabbed a light post to hold myself up. I could see the shape of my building ahead of me as I fell to my knees before laying on the ground. I looked up as the hooded man turned me onto my back before my vision went completely black.

I awoke sometime later, the moon high in the sky, as a strange nutty, floral scent permeated my every sense. My head hurt, I'm assuming it was what a headache was since I'd never had one before. My entire body felt heavy and my senses were completely out of whack.

What the hell.

I stood and looked around for the hooded figure. 

Was that real? What happened?

My throat was dry and it felt like I hadn't fed in ages, and not human food. The thirst was painful. 

Weird.

The building was dark and the doorman was nowhere to be seen. I walked toward the stairwell but realized that flitting was not an option. I climbed onto the elevator and sat as it moved toward my floor.

Why am I feeling like this?

I crawled down the hallway, unable to even pull myself up to my feet, to my apartment. The door was wide open.

"Scott?" I called out in a croaky voice. "Are you there?"

I heard a distant groan from the direction of the bathroom.

I crawled to the fridge and opened it looking for one of my O- fruit punches. 

MREOW

"Socks. Hey buddy. Sorry."

He nuzzled my face while continuing to meow. I kept reaching for the drink, feeling weaker and weaker.

"Shit."

Socks sat in front of me looking at me and then up at the fridge.

"Do you know what I'm trying to get?" I looked into his chubby, fuzzy face.

He meowed and jumped into the fridge. He sat beside a platter of fish that I had planned on making for dinner this week and knocked it to the floor.

"You shit." 

He then reached over and knocked one of the punches down to me and let out a sarcastic-sounding meow. Or at least what I thought a sarcastic meow would sound like. 

"Fine. Eat the damn fish," I mumbled as I struggled to open the punch. "I'll buy more later."

I chugged the drink, the blood content was not as high as I wished it would be, but it did the job. The thirst was manageable and the pounding in my head was nearly gone.

Finally able to pull myself up, I made my way to the bathroom and found Scott curled up on the bathroom mat. Shaking my head, I shut the front door and began examining my apartment for clues. I knew I'd shut and locked the front door when I left. 

I stopped, a woozy feeling coming over me when I saw a sprig of tiny purple flowers sitting on my coffee table.

"Wolfsbane? Who...how did that get here?" I rushed to the bathroom. "Scott. Scott!"

"Hmmmm."

"Scott, I need to go to the hospital. Now."

"What. Why?"

"I've...I've been poisoned."

He sat up and stared at me. I tossed the bag of Gatorade and pain reliever to him. "Okay. Okay. Let's go."

He climbed to his feet while opening a red Gatorade and chugging it.

"I'm sorry I said," a wave of dizziness washed over me again. "I-I don't know..."

"Don't worry about me. I'm right as rain. What happened?" 

"You are not..." My vision started to blur again. "Paramedics. Now. Wolfsbane."

The darkness took over completely and I could feel myself falling to the floor.