The Vampire's Intern
“Mr. Vale, you’re bleeding.”
He raised his head, locking gaze with me. In the dim moonlight, his eyes were brighter, sharper, and something about him was wild and strange. Like I was looking at a completely different person.
His nostrils flared. “So are you,” he growled. “Did he hurt you?”
“What?” I blinked, confused, but then I felt the dull throb at the back of my head. When I touched it, it was sticky with blood. I hadn’t even realized.