Scarlett Johansson

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t-” I cut myself off when I notice her eyes. Her irises nearly glow red under her hood.

I move to say something about it, more out of shock than anything, when Scarlett lunges at me, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer to her. I feel something sharp digging into my neck, before my mind goes blank, and I feel myself black out.

“Okay, so what happened?” a male voice asks from the darkness. As familiar as it sounds, my brain feels too foggy to pin it down to anyone in specific. I open my eyes, but it doesn’t help any, with the room being practically as dark as it had been beforehand. 

“A guy bumped into me in the street and I just...” Scarlett “I don’t know what came over me, I was just so hungry.” There’s a pause and the whole room feels deadly still. “So what do we do?”

“Whaddo you mean ‘what do we do’?”

“He’s seen my eyes, he’s awake and I’d bet he’s heard this whole conversation, he knows. We can’t just let him go back out into the world and risk people finding out. We have to do something.” They both go silent again. After a pause, the man speaks back up.

“Alright, we either-” his voice goes near silent again, and I can only hear incoherent whispering.

“Alright.” The sound of footsteps grows closer to me, when I see a familiar man lean over me - even though I’m still too drained to figure out where from. His blue eyes look intense, as he starts speaking.

“Open your mouth.” I manage to whisper out a “what? Why?” but the man only repeats his words. 

<i>Oh boy.</i>