The town of Lancaster is currently free of vampires, which makes it a decent enough place to find food. To anyone that's paying enough attention, though, there is a bit of a hint of a scent of one that was apparently lingering for a while. Localized and faded, like they had a favored den for a couple of weeks and have since abandoned it. England is lousy with vampires, but all of the local ones don't tend to hang around here, or at least didn't in the past couple of decades. It might be smart to see if that's changed, or if someone new has moved in and is likely to get territorial.
Petpetpetpet.
"You poor thing," she murmurs gently. It's pretty obvious that he's also recovering, here. "It's okay. I'm here."
The best and most important person in the world is hugging him and petting him he's sure this disproves karma he does not deserve something as nice as this AND YET.
She lets out a little laugh, then leans back a little to look at his face.
"Oh," she says, when she sees his eyes, smile falling. "Your eyes are. Um. Almost black."
And also tinged red, they are also tinged very red.
"Uh." How does she tell the vampire mind controlled to be in eternal vampire love with her to please not kill any more people. "Did you um, know you could live off of animals?"
Oh good it's a surprise not a conscious choice.
"Carlisle Cullen has survived off of animals for hundreds of years safely," she says, like she's discussing trivia. "They apparently taste terrible, and you lose some strength, but. It's perfectly safe."
Yvette does not want to leverage the vulnerable vampire, but on the other hand he could kill people, but he's so vulnerable and so sad, and also people would die so it kind of doesn't matter except it does because if her brother being traumatized didn't make vampires being victims obvious this poor man in front of her sure does.
She doesn't say anything, just looks down and opens her mouth to try and fail to make words come out. It's obvious that the answer is 'yes,' anyway.
"I," wow that was very easy but also she feels horrible except no she doesn't because this means less people die? "... I'm sorry. I know it's. A lot."
He is a very cute accidental(?) serial murderer.
"So, um. Do you. Have any hobbies," she asks, because she would like to know more facts about him than his dietary habits.
???!!?!?
This is an alarming sentence to hear from someone that is supposed to be her mate, too.
"Uh." She peers at him, her brow furrowed. "..... are you. Okay?"
Yvette raises her eyebrows. She is deeply concerned.
... It is, upon reflection, very plausible that being a creature who needed to stay alive via murder is the sort of thing that would fuck someone she could fall in love with right up.
"... How um. Old are you?"
Alexei opens his mouth again but then thinks about what she probably really means by that question and... shakes his head. "Not really."
"Oh darling," she murmurs, and clings to him, petting his hair. "Okay, um. It sounds like you have had a very bad time."