The Bryan Chronicle

Chapter 24

I paced my room furious about my issue and I felt myself work into an angry sweat. My fangs protruded more than usual too. I needed to find Amy!

Several times I attempted to wonder into the sun but every time I was hindered by the sun again and again... Then in the middle of my anger I heard a knock on my door.

"Who's there?" I hissed.

"Mark. I need you out of the room, you only rented it out for a night." A man yelled through the door, slightly irritated. I didn't care though. This was going to be my room until nightfall when I could track Amy.

I stayed silent.

"Hey get out of there! I'm only gonna ask nicely for so long." He wasn't even going to bother with manners at this point.

"I can't leave yet..." I grew angry too. I didn't need this guy right now.

"Well that's too bad cause I'm unlocking the door." I could hear the lock in the door.

"Don't come in here!" I couldn't have him come in! I didn't want to hurt him, but I had to stay...

He walked in the door and I fled to the corner. I could finally see him. He was balding, shaved, with dark circles in his eyes. "Come on guy, I have to get my kids in a few minutes." He was reasoning with me. A father! I knew he didn't deserve any harm, he was only doing his job...

I answered in only a whisper. "I can't leave..." I could now smell fear coming from the man. "Please just give me the night..." I could hear him sigh.

"Listen kid, I can't let you stay. This room is booked later today." I could hear him feeling sorry for me but he needed me out. He approached me...

"Don't come any closer!" I yelled at him. He only moved slower but continued his path towards me.

He placed his hand on my shoulder. "You need to leave, man." I knew he was innocent but I couldn't take this I snapped and grabbed his wrist. "Ouch!" He yelled in pain as I gripped harder and harder. "Stop! Oww!" He fell to his knees in pain and I could only grip harder. I could feel his wrist dislocate and tendons tare. "Please! Let me go!" By now a rage has fell over me and his wrist was starting to bleed out. I could see tears run down the poor mans face. I fed off of it and stood over him. The smell of blood drove me mad and I bit deep into his arm. It was so reviving and invigorating, I couldn't stop and I felt his heart slow as I continued to drain him of his blood... Soon he was dead on the floor...