Danny looks in the mirror and he sees Harry staring back.
He doesn't flinch, because he's always there. Watching. Waiting.
Danny turns, ever so slowly, trying to put off the inevitable eye contact. It comes eventually, and he finds himself lost in the blue eyes. No, red eyes. They change between the two colours, back and forth, like a mood ring.
Harry's thirsty again.
"Hello," Danny says, and his voice shakes. Harry takes a step closer, his gaze raking Danny's face. Danny stumbles back, his back bumping the sink.
He opens his mouth, searches his brain, closes it. There are no pleasantries appropriate for this moment, he knows that already. Resigned, he jerks his chin up. It would seem, to an outsider, to be a show of defiance, but it's exactly the opposite.
Harry lowers his head and sinks his teeth into Danny's neck. Fingers clench the counter, teeth grind together, eyes squeeze shut, blood drips.
Downstairs, Tom and Dougie are completely unaware that there is a vampire living with them.