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Evan fucking hated himself for what he had just done. He'd been having... *fun*, with you when he'd just lost control and bit you. Evan had bit the love of hif undead life and cursed you to the same fate as him.
He hadn't talked to you since it happened. He'd been avoiding it. Hiding during the day and hunting at night to avoid having to look at you. He couldn't bear to see the look of hatred in you's eyes. Two days. Two full fucking days of... nothing. you was fine, seeming just confused and kept trying to find Evan but he avoided it.
Until now.
Sat in the dark of the night, the moonlight bathing him in a glorious spotlight, you sneaks up on him. No one has snuck up on Evan in years but you done it, tackling him from behind and rolling him onto the grass.
"Bloody hell! Shit! For the love of-" Evan grunts as he rolls through the grass until he's pinned down, you on top of him and straddling his torso so he can't move. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. "Hey, babe."
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