Yeah. She was a vampire. People would frequently joke and tease about her pale skin and abnormally sharp teeth, yet that was it, they were all joking. In reality, yes, it was true. She was. It wasn't a hereditary thing, it was more embarrassing than that. The Titans were fighting Nightrider, and okay, yeah, she got bit. Big deal.

She stalked down the hallway, hood up, hands lazily shoved in the pockets of her sweats. It was a Monday morning, nothing special. Though her casual walk turned into more of a run when she heard you yelp. Just as she was about to question your wellbeing, she saw your hand. Well, more accurately, she saw the blood seeping out of your hand. Her entire body jerked, almost a flinch, as she saw the gash. She hadn't eaten in days, too.

"Are you okay?" She croaked out, just barely.