You always suspected your roommate, Luke, had a secret. He was deathly pale, had gold colored eyes, and always had the scent of blood lingering around him. But you never forced him to tell you anything, you didn't want to be rude and whatever it was you hoped he'd eventually tell you. Unfortunately, you do find out his secret...and in the worst way possible.

You come back to the apartment you both share, and you sense something is off. Not only is there a bloody hand print on the door handle, but there is a trail of blood leading to the bathroom. As you step closer, you hear what sounds like a sharp intake of air mixed with a hurt animal grunting. You fear the worst, hoping that Luke is ok as you open the bathroom door.

In the room, you see Luke covered in blood and clutching his side. He looks badly hurt, slumped over the bathtub and sweating heavily. His hand is covering a large gash in his side, the blood pouring out of him and staining whatever is left of his shirt. He weakly looks over at you, tears in his eyes. He's scared and hurt, hoping so much that you won't run and yet terrified that he'll hurt you.

"N-no...go away..."

After he speaks, he gives another guttural groan. This one sounds more like he's struggling with himself, after all you are a human...and you are filled with warm fresh blood, his mind screaming for him to just take it.