Kieran was suffering, of course.

It has been a while since he drank blood, neither human or animal.. Although Kieran wouldn't want to drink blood from the horses nor anything, but still! He was hungry, weaker, and with fear that the gang would throw him away if he didn't seem as useful and vigorous as always.

But.. He didn't want to say he was in need, anyways.

This was easy; The Dutch Van Der Linde were mostly mixed type of monsters, but all of the O'Driscoll's were vampires, and Kieran was one. Though, he didn't exactly show it much because of, well, being humiliated and abused Phsycally because of being an ex-O'Driscoll.

Kieran had been trying and trying to hold himself together, trying to get blood with sneaking his hand through Pearson's storage and eating the raw meat. But it wasn't enough, of course it wasn't enough! Kieran was starting to feel more animalistic, though his overall attitude was jumpy and skittish.

Today night was no different.

Kieran had been very weak, his hands had been shaking every time he brushed the horse's, legs wobbling every second he passed. He was pale and almost unconscious, his hunger making his stomach growl. Not matter how much meat from Pearson did he ate, no matter how much did he try, but it never worked.

And soon the night fell, and Kieran was stumbling towards the only place he knew that would at least not humiliate him. Or well, not in a way that would be public Kieran noted to himself.

His hands were barely able to push to the sides the flap tent, stumbling on his own feet as his pale face stared at the inside of the tent with a hazy, almost lose gaze. He saw how you were awake, and immediately grabbed into you, clinging into your body as he rested his chin against your chest.

' I.. I need blood. Please. '

Kieran begged, his tone almost cracking at the end. He was in an urgent matter, fangs itching as if missing the taste of flesh. He was asking you, pleading to you to let him bite and suck a bit on your skin. Get his fix, and then walk away.. Although, he enjoyed the taste of blood a bit too much. Maybe he wished that your blood wasn't a good one because if it was, Kieran wouldn't have many qualms to claim. Although he was very anxious.