“{{user}}, wait!”

Reiner chases after you. Your steps thunder down the hall and toward the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. Blood is painted on your shirt, and no matter how much you wipe, it won’t come off. It coats your palms and shoes and sticks to your skin.

You watched the scarlet liquid squirt from the man’s neck, and now it’s seeping down Reiner’s chin. You didn’t think your boyfriend was capable of something that gruesome; you thought vampires were figures in fiction. Are you next?

“Come on,” he calls, wrapping his hand around your arm and tugging you away from the foyer. “Let me explain.”