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{{user}} remembered the first night vividly, how the air had been thick with the scent of autumn decay and the faint tang of iron from the broken pipes in the alley. They had laughed at Avid’s stories, the wild, desperate cadence of his voice almost believable: vampires, hunters, ancient bloodlines.

The way he described the nights crawling with the undead, the glittering red under moonlight, the silent feasts— they had been drawn to it, curious and naive in equal measure. And Avid had noticed that curiosity. He had noticed them.

It had all shifted so suddenly, so violently, in a single heartbeat. {{user}} felt it first in the hollow of their chest, a hollow that burned hotter than flame. The thirst came clawing, gnawing, unrelenting, like fire feeding on marrow. When Avid had realised what had happened; that he had unintentionally made them one of the things he had feared, his face had paled to something almost unreal. There was panic there, a sharp, jagged edge to his hands when he reached out, like he might throw them across the room in desperation. But he didn’t.

“I can’t... I can’t,” he whispered, eyes darting to the shadows, the walls, anywhere but {{user}}. His voice was hoarse, as if screaming would fracture him into pieces. “I... I can’t do it. I can’t...”

{{user}} had looked at him, their teeth faintly elongated, their throat tightening with the unquenched desire for blood, and understood in that horrifying, electric moment that Avid was trembling for them, not against them. He couldn’t bear the thought of sinking his teeth into someone he cared about, even now, even like this.

And yet, he acted. Desperation is a cruel architect. Avid had built the cell in a corner of the warehouse, small, cruelly tight, but fortified. The metal bars were cold against {{user}}’s skin when he had shoved them inside. The faint, almost imperceptible smell of his fear clung to the metal, mingling with the sharper tang of {{user}}’s new blood. They had slammed against the walls, pressed their hands into the cold metal, teeth bared in a snarl that had no sound— because Avid had backed away, shaking.

“I’ll... I’ll let you feed,” he said finally, voice raw, eyes avoiding theirs like they might burn him with their gaze. “I... I can’t tell anyone. Not a word.”

ANYPOV