His wound has already all but completely closed now that the blade is gone, and Jonathan has no problem with standing, if it weren't for the smell of the other man. His senses seem so heightened now and the cloying scent of blood like a blow to his gut. His gaze flicks to the trickle of red against lavender skin and Jonathan's lips part in a snarl, his fangs clearly visible.

The blood is so close, his hands tighten on the other man's arms with unnatural power, the desire to hold and bite down gripping him, but instead Jonathan shoves himself away from the stranger to lean against the wall.

"Stay back! I don't want to hurt you!"