Vendors hand out food when the sun starts to set. Food that I can no longer enjoy.
Amplified hunger but I can’t make myself harm anyone.
Many of my friends have called me, but I don’t think I could control myself if they visited me. I know I would regret it.
Piercing my fangs into my skin disgust me. My hunger grows everyday. A nightmare awakes me in the night where I’ve fully drained someone.
I don’t want to drink blood. I was taught never to harm anyone, but now I’m not the same.
Ready to try and go out for the first time in weeks. The night calls for me.
Eating can’t be that bad, right?