Aimee's hands shake as she struggles to get a hold of her phone from the small pocketspace near the small of her back. How could she possibly explain what just happened? Who would she explain it to? Mary?
...No, something about the shattering feeling that blew through her chest told her in no uncertain terms that she wasn't a friend to the magical girls of the city anymore.
Instead, she turns her mind to Jeeves. Jeeves had answers, even for supernatural stuff, sometimes. Truly, the internet is a marvel. She fumbles her words over and over, but eventually she manages to punch out
magical girl bloodlust
No, that gave her fansites for a close range brawler who's been making waves out in the midwest. Cute, though. Her fangs itched just seeing her pictures. Not it.
magical girl blood tastes good
Weird vampire [STUFF]. Nooooope!
magical girl just bit someone and drank her blood
News. Apparently this has happened before? All the articles came up suggested that the girl was afflicted by something, taken by the forces that Aimee and so many of her (previous) coworkers fought ever day.
Aimee licks her fangs, trying to catch a taste of her victim's blood again. Why did she feel so full, like she feasted after going hungry for a week? She didn't want to work for the Darkloids or any other evil organization, still had her mind... The attack was a complete accident, too. A fight left her in a groggy haze that she only snapped out of with her teeth in her victim's shoulder, only able to hope that the woman knocked out in the alleyway beneath her wouldn't remember her by anything identifying.
...Was she a vampire now? It seemed impossible. Her barriers were strong enough, even asleep. There's no way she was bitten.
magical girl turned into vampire
Yeah, no. Not supposed to be possible. Too much magic coursing through their body to be turned.
Aimee lets out a strangled sigh, almost dropping her phone onto her victim's head from several stories up, thumbing over to the phone app and paging through her contracts. Most of whom were magical girls themselves, out of reach unless her heart was lying to her.
Eventually, she lands on one.
"Hey, Jeanne. I, uh. ...[SHOOT], how do I say this? I need magic help. I think something's broke and I don't know how to fix it."
