I was startled out of my thoughts by loud banging on the front door. Pissed at the intrusion, I yanked it open with a scowl.“What!”
I frowned at Paul. He was standing there, shaking like a fucking tweaker and glaring at me as though I’d killed his puppy. If his eyes could glow red, they would be; his face was screwed up and his muscles were straining.
“Jesus Christ, Paul. Get a grip on yourself before you phase on my doormat.”
“What. The fuck. Are you doing. With vampires!!” He gritted out each syllable like it cost him his life, bellowing the last word so fiercely I cowered back several inches.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” I stammered.
“Don’t play games with me!! The only reason we’re all turning into goddamn werewolves is because you're a leech lover!!” he screamed in an increasingly manic tone.
“Calm the fuck down. If you’re about to phase for the first time, you’re supposed to go to Sam’s. He’ll help you.”
“I don't give a fuck about getting help! I'm going to kill you!”