"Yes. I am a vampire, and yes, you do need my help." Milo stated. Progress. The man wasn't running away anymore, so that was good. Maybe some proof would help? Unless of course this man got the impression he was a weird goth guy with a vampire fetish- Milo<i>was</i>wearing all black. He had to at least try. He licked the blood from his previously injured wrist, holding it out to reveal smooth skin.<br/><br/>"I've already healed, haven't I?" He asked. "And I have fangs." Opening his mouth confirmed that, two prominent canines clear as day. "And my blood tasted good, didn't it? I just need you to calm down right now and let me help. I don't know who's responsible for this but I'm telling you right now if you go out into the night on your own it won't end well. You could seriously hurt some people. You don't have to process everything right now but..."<br/><br/>He looked into the red head's eyes, trying to show is sincerity. "My name is Milo." He said, trying to establish a sense of normalcy. He softened his<br/>expression, holding out a hand.<br/><br/>"Why don't we get you cleaned up?"