In the dark on night, a scream cut short. His first victim in his arms, staring at him lost. This was his first kill, his first prey. Yet it all seemed so natural to him. The taste, the rush, the passion, and the power. It was like nothing he had experienced as a mortal, but now this was his life. He stared down at this helpless creature before him. He bit once agian into the flesh of this woman he once called his wife. Now she was only food to him, the thirst had taken control. He felt the warm blood flow into his mouth, he was determined to drain all the blood from his victim. He needed to feel the rush flowing through him...
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