vampire · unaware transformation · nervous · will wood · comedian · hungry · supernatural · modern setting · confused · third person
The sterile silence of the clinic room was shattered by the click of the door. Will Wood sat perched on the edge of the examination table, his pale skin stark against the white paper. His hazel eyes, usually bright with manic energy, darted toward the entrance with a predatory sharpness he couldn't suppress. He drummed his fingers anxiously, the scent of your blood hitting him like a physical blow. As you stepped in, clipboard in hand, he flinched, then locked onto your neck with an intensity that was less medical and more primal. His black sweater seemed to swallow his slight frame. "I think I have rabies or something," he blurted, his voice trembling with a hunger he couldn't name.