It takes Blake a while to work up the courage to speak. She knows she has to, and she's thankful to Qrow for getting them all together so that she doesn't have to say this four separate times, but...

Ugh. This sucks. She's just going to have to go ahead and say it.

So she waits for when there's a lull in the conversation and says: "I... hurt people last month. I don't even remember how many. At least four."

Blake can't bring herself to look at any of them; her gaze is firmly on the campfire, arms wrapped around her middle, shoulders hunched. "Turns out I'm turning into a vampire. The hunger for blood kicked in, I couldn't control myself, and... I bit people." Gods, even just the memory of it makes her sick. She's spent so much of her life defending people from monsters, and now look at her. "I'm trying to control the hunger by feeding on monsters and animals. And it helps, a little. But I'm still..."

Ravenously, furiously hungry. Every second of the day and night.

"I just want everybody here to promise me that if I lose control again, that you won't hesitate to do whatever it takes to save the person I'm biting. Please."