Quenchless Thirst

Prologue

A Lonely Boy Sitting On a Bench, That was all that was in this vast blanket of snow. The snow was reflecting the sunlight in between the tall trees, but yet still dirty from the many footsteps that had unmindfully passed over it.

"A Boy, He's just a Boy. Why do I want it so much..... The Blood of a Child, I can Imagine it now, I imagine it tastes sweet like Country Air, but I also imagine it runs thick as if it were a Volcano erupting."

These were the last words I heard before I changed into a monster, these were the last words I heard before I found my Quenchless Thirst....