Scarlett's POV

Ugh last night was hell. Another night without food. I can go weeks, months at a time with out the crimson liquid but for some reason I can't control it. "Scar! Lets go!!" My best friend Night calls from the other room. "Eh one sec!" I call back. I grab my phone and make my way to the front of the tour bus. "Scar your eyes..." Night says like the fact their bright yellow and glowing is normal. I just shrug and grab a Mountain Dew chugging it. Should work for today. "Better?" I question and she nods. The rest of our band must already be y out and about. "Are we late?" I ask walking off the bus my long legs making Night run to catch up. "No. But- wait do you smell that?" She whispers stopping. I stop too. That smell, it's so familiar. Blood. But it's not just any blood. This stuff is special. I can't stop my self and I'm off towards the smell. "Shit!" Night screams in the distance tackling me to the ground. I bare my fangs and flip her. "What did I tell you about messing with my dinner!" I growl making her flinch in fear. "What the hell!! Get off her!!" A man screams behind me. He yanks me off and I realize the blood is his. Night notices too. Before I can do anything I've pinned him against the wall. "Last words?" I growl letting my eyes glow red and my fangs grow to their full length. Just as my teeth brush his neck I'm flung off him. "Scar back off!!" Night screams letting her fangs grow and her eyes go white. I fling myself at her sending her back about 10 yards. She's on me before I can move. "Stop!" She screams slapping me. The man is still leaning on the wall with 4 others around him. "They saw didn't they?" I whisper and she nods. Shit...