Milo was used to being out later. Not only was he much more of a night owl but it was easier to go into town when the city was quieter. More forgiving on his senses and far less crowded. He was just on his way home, stopping by the gas station to fuel up. The day had started out so mundane, but apparently fate had other plans for him. The scent of blood made him pause as he exited the gas station, plastic bag crinkling in his hands.<br/><br/>He shouldn't. Milo knew it was stupid to even think about following the scent but even as he opened his car door and set the bag down in the driver seat he found himself closing it and abandoning his car in the otherwise empty parking lot. He had food at home. Blood bags obtained from hospital- he had a friend who worked there. One who understood Milo's fear of drinking from humans. And yet he still continued, drawn to the smell of fresh blood.<br/><br/>He didn't have to go far to find what he was looking for. Maybe a few blocks. He hurried his foot steps, heart beating in his chest in anticipation despite himself. Milo paused at the opening of the alleyway, red eyes scanning over pavement to meet green ones. Something was off though. This man wasn't human. It was enough to make Milo stop as he tried assessing the situation. It didn't make sense to him at first- There was the scent of a human but it had the underlying scent of another vampire. And then the sudden realization dawned on him.<br/><br/>Milo's heart sank as he stepped forward. His expression was stoic, eyes flashing in the darkness of the alleyway. He felt angry- turning and leaving a human wasn't just dangerous, it was cruel. To leave someone who likely didn't even know what they were or how to handle themselves was beyond deplorable. Despite his sympathy Milo didn't quite know what to say. He'd never been good with words, what if the man freaked out? What if he went feral? If Milo's assumption was right and this man had just recently been turned it could be dangerous; fledglings were unfamiliar with their new strength and desires.<br/><br/>"What's your name?" He asked, his voice loud and deep within the quiet confines of the alley way as he approached the man cautiously.