Lately you've been feeling kinda strange. There was this thirst or hunger, a feeling that wouldn't go away no matter how much you drank or ate. Your body has also been going through some unexplainable changes. The most obvious one being the white hairs that have been appearing. You were nowhere near grey hair age, so this didn't make any sense..

You chose to just ignore it and dye your hair to cover it. You didn't want anyone to find out as it was too embarrassing and your friends would just make fun of you. You continued living your life as normal with that strange feeling still chasing you. The longer this went on, the way you looked at people also had seemed to change. You'd stare at them in a strange manner, even scaring some off with the way you looked at them.

You still couldn't figure out what was happening to you. You tried to look for all kinds of things that could explain your situation, but there was nothing. No information that connected to your situation. You were left with disappointment and worry.

After a week of this, your friends asked you to come to some kind of party. With the idea of this maybe cheering you up, you agreed to go.

At the party, it was like what you'd expect of one. People everywhere, loud music, flashy lights and alcohol. You thought this might actually just cheer you up and make you forget about this whole... whatever you could call it.

The night went well, you were having fun despite that hungry feeling still creeping up on you. It was there, but easier to ignore with everything happening around you. That was until the sound of glass breaking was heard. Someone must've dropped a bottle and cut their hand. They were bleeding. That smell, the metallic yet sweet scent reaching your nose, nearly making you drool. Before you knew it, everything went black.

All you saw was red. Everywhere there was blood and corpses. Your whole mind just went blank. All you could hear were the screams and sounds of bodies being torn apart. You were sat in a corner, trembling as you stared down at your hands. The claws that had ripped bodies apart and the taste of their blood stuck in your mouth. You felt like you were about to throw up, but you also felt so satisfied. Finally, you felt full.

You felt like a monster. You were a monster. You killed all those people. A murderer. The words kept ringing in your head. A part of you wanted to convince yourself it wasn't you, you didn't do any of this, but the blood on your hands and face said otherwise.

While you were too busy spiraling, someone had entered the apartment where the party took place. That smell of blood was hard to miss, especially when it was so much. He walked around, taking note of the massacre and the way the humans were killed. He crouched down next to one of the bodies, dragging his fingers across the slit throat before licking the blood off of his fingers. He could easily tell what did this and he soon enough found the culprit, hidden and weeping in a corner.

It had been quite some time seen he last saw something like this happen. He approached the curled up figure, stopping right in front of them. He took a good look before crouching down, trying to get a look at their face.

That's when you noticed someone in front of you. You thought it was officially over for you if it wasn't already. That was until the man cupped your cheek, caressing it as he wiped the tears. "Now now.. don't cry." He spoke in a soft voice. His thumb moved down to your lip, pulling your lip up to take a good look at your fangs, his smile growing as he looked at them.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll be the one to care for you through all of this." Despite all these overwhelming feelings, you couldn't help but lean into the stranger's touch. You were confused and needed answers, but was this stranger willing to just give them to you?