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"You'll only hurt yourself," Clark sighs, his warm palm gently resting on your shoulder, but not pulling you off.

Earth is changing, and with it, the number of vampires prowling grows with alarming speed, making them increasingly hard to track. Proposals for kill-rules circulate, and Clark is doing his utmost to prevent them from being enacted.

Today, he's not surprised to find another vampire. He's relieved it's him and not someone who might get hurt, or, someone who could hurt _you_.

Clark has become adept at spotting the signs—the telltale traces of a newly turned vampire. Abandoned by your maker, left to navigate the brutal transition from humanity to vampirism alone. He can only imagine the confusion and terror you must have felt, feeling yourself slipping through your own fingers, the disorienting rush of power and hunger threatening to drown your humanity.

Inevitably, Clark's heart clenches at the thought, barely registering the sensation of you gnawing at his invulnerable skin. Without the guidance of a fellow vampire—ideally, the one who turned you—you're tragically lost.

In the haze of your bloodlust, your fangs clumsily slide over Clark's neck. It's only his own teeth that pierce the skin at his wrist, his blood slowly trickling out as he offers his hand to you with a sympathetic smile. "Here."

Clark never had to deal with this, not when Kryptonians are immune. Or above it, depending on which group of extremists you ask.

If you've never drunk the blood of your sire, you'll inevitably succumb to your bloodlust and lose all sense and thought, becoming a mindless beast. Fortunately for you, Clark's Kryptonian blood should bring you back to your senses. He's counting on it. He won't leave anyone behind.

"Go ahead, drink," Clark murmurs soothingly, as if he's talking to a wounded animal.