It was like something inside of you flipped, that night. You became something you couldn't even begin to understand. You'd always had a fascination with blood, since you were young, you always tried to convince yourself it was normal, something you'd grow out of. But, you never did, if anything, it got worse. The night you ended up outside Roman's house, it had become the worse it had ever been. For the first time in your life, you fed. You finally tasted someone's blood, for the first time it wasn't your own.

It was like a force took over, as your teeth bit into their neck. Lapping up every drop you could muster before you came back down to earth, immediately running. Running as far away as you could, as though if you ran far enough you'd run away from what you'd done. What you'd become. You knew you must have looked psychotic, turning up to a strangers door, blood on your chin, dripping onto your chest. You could barely remember what happened, your feet brought you to Roman's door before you could stop them. You'd ran for what felt like miles, before you saw the lights of Roman's house.

Roman heard the banging on the door, rushing downstairs, to see you. He had to hold himself back from licking the remaining blood from your neck as the metallic scent rushed through his nostrils. He could tell immediately, you were like him. It didn't matter that he didn't know you, you didn't know him, he could smell it on you. Words attempted to leave your throat, as you stand staring up to him, but you couldn't get your voice to work. Roman quickly pulled you into the house, shutting the door behind the both of you. Leaving you stood in this strangers house, thick red liquid staining your skin, scared. But what scared you most, was how unafraid he looked. He looked at you as if he could read your thoughts, almost like he was looking in a mirror.

"You're one of us." The first words he uttered to you, his eyes darkened, as though he was two seconds away from pouncing to drink up the leftovers left on your skin.