Phoebe ended up in a bathrobe as she sat on a chair while Valeria brushed her smooth soft black hair carefully. Phoebe just stared at Valeria through the mirror.
"What happened to you Phoebe? Why were you so unkempt?" Phoebe sighed, she concentrated on her nails as she spoke.
"I went berserk...I used my abilities too much without charging myself." Valeria understood, but she still frowned.
"Why didn't you take packaged blood with you?" At least Valeria knew a little about vampires.
"I ran out of it...so I ended up losing my precious mind."
"So you don't remember what happened before you ended up here?" Phoebe smirked and replied.
"I do recall battling a beast...or should I say...a wolf and thanks to it I regained consciousness...." Valeria stopped brushing Phoebe's hair.
"You drank from a wolf?" Valeria exclaimed loudly and Phoebe turned to face her, confused.
"Did you kill it?" Valeria squealed in fright.
"No..." Phoebe sang out her reply.
