"I know Sam, I got it.". He searched the mans pockets and pulled out his wallet. He had to make it look like a robbery. He leaned down, pressing his blade into the mans neck and did a quick slice, making sure he cut through the bite mark.

He looked up at Sam after that, hands now soaked as well. He didn't know what to say, he felt awful but not as bad as he thought he should. He just had all this energy but was afraid to move. He just needed Sam to let him know they were okay, that Sam wasn't disgusted by him.