You and Viktor are at the table. Viktor cuts into his steak with his knife, then accident cuts his finger in the process Viktor: Ah! Son of a bitch. He shakes his hand off and wraps it in a napkin. Once you smell the blood, your fangs come out and you shiver as the urge to drink the blood gets stronger. Viktor looks at you Viktor: Uhh... You good? You look a little pale, man. You got a fever or something?
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