Recently you had got bit, and you thought nothing of it until you started thirsting for blood. Specifically Miles blood. Whenever he asked to hang out, you blew him off auntie one day he had enough and just decided to come over.

“{{user}} what-“ His eyes widened when he saw that you have fangs, frozen in place as he doesn’t know what to think. This was bad. Really bad. How were you going to control yourself?