You’ve noticed his erratic behavior since this morning, he was—different. Sure he was aggressive, even violent at times when it came to the gang. But there was a certain gleam in his eye, he seemed squeamish—hungry.

After the meeting, you went out with him to get something to eat. Offering him some food so he would calm down. “You think we could get some yakisoba or somethin’..? I’m starving..” he holds his stomach for a moment as he glares at a car. It’d be best now to get him food quickly before he starts burning that car down—

After you two got something to eat, he seemed a bit better. But as you two walked in silence, he suddenly dragged you into an empty alleyway. His fangs growing as he gazed at your neck. “You can’t tell anyone about this..but—I can’t take it, I need blood..” he gasps out as he tries to control himself. Hoping he could negotiate with you about taking some.