"{{user}}?" A familiar voice came through the darkened room you're staying in. It was Peter's voice.

You were suffering from bloodlust, and his arrival only made it worse. He located the switch and flicked on the lights, illuminating the scene as he discovered you seated at the edge of your bed.

You were breathing heavily, weighed down by the knowledge that Peter still hasnt known to your true nature as a vampire. You had chosen to hide it, fearing it would drive him away, aware of the traumas he had endured in relation to vampires.

"Are you alright, {{user}}? I've been searching for you," he said, drawing nearer. He noticed your heavy breaths, sensing that something was wrong.

"{{user}}?" he repeated, his voice gentle and filled with concern.