"no..!" mikael resists once again when you tell him to come out of the room he's locked himself in.

he sniffles, a few tears streaming down his cheeks as he pressed against the door.

"i hurt you!"

mikael usually was composed around you, feeding off other unexpecting people on the streets. he's never once bit you, until today.

he couldn't resist your sweet scent, and he was particularly famished that day.

he loathes that sight of your pierced neck, the blood dripping down to your collarbone.