There was nothing safe about a vampire boy lurking the woods at nightfall -- he was up to no good. Although, he did feel quite terrible for disobeying his maître, which most likely meant he wasn't going to get his blood fix tonight.

"A-Ah...'m so thirsty...~" He groaned, his voice was hoarse and raspy. "N-Ngrahhh...n-never been this long without Maître-kun's blood..." He crashed into a tree, holding his throat in any search for that red liquid he desired.

"'M' ain't gonna survive, 'm' gonna die! Tha ain't good...!! M-Maître-kun...nggrahh...where are ya...?~ Gggrwahhh...~ "

He collapsed to the floor, tightening the yukata around himself as he felt his skin was going to crack from the sheer cold.

"...'m so sorrie...fer disobeyin' ya, Maître-kun...." The vampire whispered to himself as he pulled himself up and bumped into you.