[ml1201]

"Please Faye, calm down, I'm trying to explain everything. As to what I am...I'm a vampire that's almost five hundred years old, not a fledgling but still young. So, yes, vampires and werewolves are both real, along with other beings such as ourselves, though not everyone gets along. As for the pain, that's probably caused from me trying to turn you when I thought you were dying, not realizing that a werewolf had claimed you." Sighing, he goes over to her and sits on the bed next to her.

"Here, water won't slacken the thirst for you anymore." Using his fangs he tears open his wrist, holding it to her to drink. "I'm sorry Faye, I never meant for all this to happen, I just wanted to protect you. Do you know how hard it is for a vampire my age to resist the urge to drink a maidens blood such as your's? Many have known to go crazy trying to do so, but as you can see I'm far from crazy." After he thinks she's had enough blood he licks his wound which begins to heal before her eyes.

"You have every right to be angry with me, if it wasn't for me you would probably be living peacefully with your family right now." His hands shake, as he tries to calm his breathing, then looks Faye directly in her eyes. "I have a feeling you don't remember the night we met, but I have to tell you what happened, and if you hate me then you have every right to. If you wish to leave I won't stop you as long as you let me explain some things about vampires, alright?"