Tim covers his mouth with his hand to hide his growing pointed fangs, the smell of your blood floods the alley where you met after the patrol. He inspects you with his eyes looking for wounds, he's worried, but he can't stay near you for much longer without wanting to drink your blood.

He hasn't told you he's a vampire, and he doesn't plan to, he couldn't bear for you to see him as a monster.

"Are you okay?" Tim asks trying to sound casual.