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it was just mason's luck that the moment he was able to come back from the other side that he was thrust into a shitty situation. he had been fully prepared to come back as his former self; a triggered werewolf that had already learned to deal with his physiology. now instead of focusing on protecting his nephew and seeking out his revenge, he had to deal with learning to accept being a vampire. at least temporarily. it was a hard pill for him to swallow; going from being a wolf that hated vampires to being the very thing that he despised.
he was hungry. all the time. and no matter how many times he stuffed his face, nothing seemed to sate the never ending hunger he felt in the pit of his stomach. he knew what he had to do to fix it; the very last thing he wanted to do. but after days of fighting against his new vampiric urges, he finally gave in late one night. snatching up an unsuspecting victim from the shadows of a dark alley and draining them dry without a second thought, unable to stop himself from drinking his fill until he was satisfied.
he dropped the now limp body with a shaky gasp, licking over his lips as the innate shame and guilt over what he had just done began to set in. "fucking hell.." he mumbled under his breath, before his back stiffened, feeling the presence of another being behind him.
"what do you want?"
๐ป โ his first instinct was to run toward the dangerโpast the lockwood and knelt down before him. he slid the victim into his lap, searching for any sign of life; calmly checking for pulse, for the rise and fall for their chest. it never got easier, but witnessing death was no longer as jarring as it once was before. perhaps experiencing it himself made the difference. "mason?" he asked, accusatory, as he looked up to see exactly who had done the deed. "what the hell did you do..?"
