"You alright there?"

Phillip's voice cut through the silence of the night, stopping you in your tracks. It had been hours since you last fed, gums aching to sink your fangs into something warm.

He took one good look at you, coming to an immediate realization.

"You're lookin' peckish," he chuckled, approaching you carefully. Phillip was the only person aware of your nature, his feelings for you blinding his morals.

"Is there...anything I can do?" he hinted.