Look. I don't know how many of you there are now, I can't remember everything... but... I know I attacked people over the weekend. I wasn't-- I can't say I wasn't myself, but I wasn't who I am now. I was lost and sick and fucked up.
[Awkward pause, Frankie's not really the sort for public apologies but he probably owes one at this point...]
The important thing is-- I can fix it. If you got bit, if I did or someone I bit got you... I can fix you. Just... don't bite anyone else and let me know where I can find you.
[As he switches off, under his breath-- probably to himself, he mutters,] not too late.
[ooc; per
his plot, let the vampire babby cleanup begin <3]