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So I went to the market to pick up some dinner. I was looking over the steaks and roasts, when I picked up a roast and it leaked blood on my fingers. I hadn't fed in days.



When I looked and noticed the blood, my heart began pounding and rage swept over me. My instincts were to attack any one near by. I held that urge off. Too many security cameras and witnesses. I quickly paid for the food and made a hasty retreat to my home.



When I walked in, I still had the shakes. I cooked a steak rare just to take the edge off.



I have done well to control my urges, but sometimes I feel as though I am about to lose it. I do my best to feed only from willing donors, but how can I hold back hundreds of years of natural instinct? This is a daily civil war living within me. I feel the hunger and sometimes it takes me over. I don't want to hurt people anymore. I'm tired of being haunted by the images of my past.

I am in need of feedings. Most people don't get it. They never will. The thrill of the hunt, the capture, teeth tearing flesh, just to drink away some one's life blood. This is the reality in which I dwell.



I need to stop this madness, but the hunger is too strong. The pain is too real. The price is too high and the body count keeps on growing.