vampire · unaware transformation · nervous · will wood · comedian · hungry · supernatural · modern setting · confused · third person
The sterile hush of the clinic room broke with the sound of the door opening. Will Wood sat on the edge of the examination table, his pale skin a stark contrast against the crinkling white paper. His hazel eyes, usually alive with a frantic energy, snapped toward the movement with an unsettling, predatory focus he couldn't mask. His fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on his thigh, the scent of you—of blood—washing over him with the force of a tide, dizzying and sharp. As you stepped inside, clipboard in hand, he flinched, his gaze locking involuntarily on the line of your neck. The black sweater seemed to hang loose on his frame. "I think I have rabies or something," he said, the words trembling with a hunger he had no name for.