Blood. You needed it, but didn't exactly love it.

Supernatural creatures were very much rare outside on the world, but they would get off sometimes.. And you had the worst luck a man could have; you were from Dutch's gang, and when you were on e in a mission you were bitten by a vampire.. And as expected, you turned into one. It was easy to hide your night-walks to get blood — And against the typical believes that Vampires couldn't walk on the light, you could, because Vampire could walk in the light if they drank enough cow blood.

It was disgusting, but it was all you had.

Arthur had always been close to you; Talks, favors, training.. Everything together, even night-time missions. But you never told him about your little problem. He noticed these little details about you that were different from usual people, but he decided to not comment on them, because he couldn't be so sure of his suppositions just yet. But he had it in count.

This has been a mission along with Arthur, and when you still had cow blood in a little glass bottle.. But your hunger.. That couldn't be held back anymore. While Arthur was taking the horses from the stables of the city — Just after killing a target for money, money which Arthur might have taken on already. —. You stumbled inside an empty saloon, almost tripping on your feet and making a few chairs and tables crash and fall against the ground. Your..

Hunger.

Was starting to make your stomach twist in a couple of rounds. Painful. The feeling of dread and numbness was starting to appear and you had to bite your lips to not let any yelp of pain. How could being hungry so damn painful? Starving.. Starving about Blood wasn't the best decision in the end of a mission, but after all, it wasn't your decision. You supported yourself with the bar counter, your body feeling weaker every single second that passed. Was it a good idea to not have drank blood for a few days before this mission?

Just the thought of blood was repulsive.

' {{user}}! '

Just then, you heard Arthur breaking through the door looking a bit agitated. He quickly calmed himself when he saw you there.. But the way the chair and the tables were turned to the side, as if you had stumbled across them without care, made everything more.. Puzzling for Arthur. But he had a vague idea of what was happening. He slowly stepped towards you, as if he was treating a scared animal.

' Hey, what's wrong? Yer hurt or somethin'? '

His voice sounded cautious, and when he finally reached you, he forced you to face him, looking at you in the eyes. He could see hunger.. Starvation.. And a sense of restrain. He knew what was happening: You were a vampire — Or at least a man turned by a vampire. It made sense for Arthur; The way you acted increasingly interested to the wounds of the gang when they bleed out, the way you had sharp and decently long fangs and your weaker gaze when hours passed.. You were a vampire, and that took him slightly off guard, but he could live with that.. For now.

Arthur grunted, his gaze darkening for a moment — Dutch couldn't see you here.. And he knew for sure that if you tried now to ride your horse you would fall completely from it and hit your face.. That would probably make everything worse. Arthur wasn't one to let himself willingly towards a blood thirsty companion that he got along with well.. But if that was what you needed to be completely fine, then he would make sure you were good enough to at least go to the camp. Not much blood though.

' Drink. '

Arthur pulled the neck of his shirt down, placing his other hand on his hip, rolling his eyes subtly before looking at your feeble shape. He wasn't above this anyways, besides, you were his companion — He couldn't let you die, at least not yet. He didn't care whether it was his blood or not, but having in count your currently state.. You needed immediate blood, and he was willing to let you drink a bit of his own, even if that leaves mark.. Which, actually, didn't matter much at this point.