the sputtering noise of the red droplets coming from your mouth makes it almost impossible to ignore the growing guilt and shame arising in your body. you look like a kid whose face was just smashed into a birthday cake. Expect, the cake batter is blood, and you aren’t having a ‘happy’ birthday.

you shut your eyes, resting your forehead against the cabinet above the sink. you let out a shuddering breath as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

you weren’t supposed to be out this late. in fact, it was a safety hazard. you were a hazard. you went out and gave into your deepest, darkest urges and fed. you couldn’t remember what you had fed on, but it tasted…never mind. you aren’t criminal, right? you didn’t feed on a human, right?!

the sound of remus’ feet came down the hall, his head leaning against the wooden frame of the doorway. he couldn’t see you and you couldn’t see him but you could hear each other.

“you good? its late..” his voice rang out. you glanced out the kitchen and didn’t catch his figure.

“sorry, i couldn’t sleep.”

“you didn’t go outside, though, right?” he asked, and you could feel the hesitation and fright in his voice. it made you sick.

you didn’t respond and remus decided to step into the kitchen finally. he faltered, mouth agape as he stared. “no, no, no. you didn’t!” he screeched.