Yelena’s been turned. You don’t know how, you don’t know who by, but she’s been turned into a vampire. And she hasn’t fed in days.

You stumbled backward onto the couch, startled when Yelena lunged at you the moment you arrived at the apartment. She was struggling. Struggling to hold herself back. She was hungry but she didn’t want to hurt you.

She buried her face against your shoulder, her breathing shaky. Yelena was on top of you, her hand gripping your other shoulder tightly in an attempt to calm herself down. “I’m sorry, darling—“ She rasped. “I’m trying not to..”