Summary:

Ilya barely listened to a word coming out of his lips, more focused on what was nestled inside of them. His incisors, which should be elongated into full fangs like Ilya’s, were only slightly pointed. None of the other teeth had sharpened either, something no vampire could avoid when hungry. Ilya had only seen such teeth on a certain type of vampire, ones that would never have been left alone to cry in an alley while a strange vampire fed. This vampire, this Shane, was a fledgling. Or Ilya tries to get a quick meal in and ends up adopting a hurt vampire and defiling him in the same night