She smirked and finished the last problem on their homework that was due. He would have an attitude too if he knew what it was like not being able to eat a nice hot meal in over a 100 years.
As she made her way to lunch, she felt a hand clamp around her mouth and waist and drag her into a janitor's closet.
"Hey!"
She struggled, but then stopped when she saw it was Wyrd.
"What are you doing?"
She demanded as the door closed.
He held up a metal coffee contair. She could smell blood in it when he opened it.
"Drink some of this."
He ordered, and held it out to her.
She wrinkled her nose.
"No."
Wyrd rolled his eyes.
"Don't be stubborn. Drink."
She glared at him and he raised an eyebrow.
"I will force it down your throat if I have to."
Her eyes widened and she yanked the mug from him. He smirked as she drank.
"Ugh."
She said in disqust, handing it back to him. She wiped her mouth.
"Can I go now?"
She asked, already feeling better.
Wyrd chuckled.
"Yes you can go now."
She greatfully left and went to the lunchroom.