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Toulouse wasn’t the type to go running to his mother whenever something got him down but he felt his facade of independence slowly slipping. When he woke up and saw the snowfall, he decided to make his way to his mother’s house. He definitely wasn’t dressed for the weather, cheeks pink from the chilly air nipping his cheeks. When he reached the front door, he entered by using the key he carried. “Maman!” His call out to her was more like a whine from how cold he felt. He shivered as he shuffled more inside, “Did you see what it’s like outside?” He had to hold his tongue and make sure he didn’t go on a rant that would surely include a ton of curse-words. “Do you think you still have any of our old coats around?”

The members of Max’s fraternity had come up with one solid idea that all the members seemed to agree on when it came down to deciding how they were going to enjoy this unexpected snow day. A snowball fight. Max was in the midst of molding a new snowball, crouching down low to the ground. When he finally stood up again and threw it, the friend he was aiming at dodged it and it managed to hit someone else in the process. “Shit, shit!” He jogged up to them and reached out to awkwardly brush the snow off of them. “I’m really sorry. I wish I could say it wasn’t my fault but obviously, I was the one who threw it in the first place. But, I wasn’t aiming at you. I promise.”

After a one night stand, the sophomore Toulouse had slept with begged him to stay but the boy had no intention of spending the night cuddling with the other and chose to leave instead. He was making his way back to his dorm with his hair a tousled mess and his button-up shirt half undone. An unlit cigarette hung between his lips and he resituated the blazer he was carrying, throwing it over his shoulder so he could search for his lighter. No luck. Though when he spotted someone in the near distance, he decided to approach them. He didn’t care if he looked like a mess. “You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter, would you?”

“No, no, no, this can’t happen.” Rex felt an overwhelming strange sensation from deep within himself. It was like a caged beast that was trapped inside of him was being awoken. Distress was evident in his now glowing golden eyes as his teeth became more like those of a canine’s and his nails became more like claws. He couldn’t stop this all from happening and that was the most terrifying part of it all. Panic set in when he noticed he wasn’t alone. “You have to leave! Please! I don’t want to hurt you.” There was no telling what he would do in a state like this. As a warning, he flipped the nearest chair over with strength he never had before -- even as a vampire. “Fuck! I don’t want this to happen! I don’t want to be a monster.”