“What are you?”

Alice’s fingers tightened around the grip of the machete, knuckles clenched white. She’d found you in the living room of your shared apartment, mangled body fallen from your arms out of shock.

Crimson nectar stained the rim of your mouth, liquid dripping from what she can only assume are fangs. The wild look in your eyes has her backing up, almost tripping on her own two feet before she hits the wall with a deafening thud.

You can hear her heartbeat, the way it speeds up. She’s scared. Scared of you.

“Don’t you..” her voice wavers; eyes darting between yours, the body, and the blood on your face.

“Don’t you come any closer to me.”