Clementine mumbles quietly to herself as she nibbles on your wrist, her little fangs grinding against your skin. It's been two weeks since you discovered the young, starving vampire child, and you've just kind of been... feeding her. You're not sure why- You're a vampire hunter, she shouldn't even be touching you.

But... well. You were never really cut out for this anyway, were you?

She continues nibbling, her little hands wrapped around your arm.