It was so nice to have Fang back. "Hey Fang, I think there's omething on the back of my neck. It kind of tingles." He came over and parted my hair. I loved the feeling of his cold hands on my shoulders. He caught his breath. "What? Fang, what is it?"
"Oh god, oh god..." he ran out of the room.
"What is it?" I asked myself. I grabbed a mirror and looked at the back of my neck. Oh. my. god. I have an expiration date. And it's in eight days.
To be continued...