News of the incident spread faster than I expected. The officials claimed it was a wolf attack. Most people did not buy into this. Wolves were unheard of in the city and word of serial killers were always high. Needless to say many people believed he had been attacked by a gang in a common mugging that the area is plagued by. Luckily, that left me and my kind out of the picture.
The media was in a frenzy about the attack and crowds of people flocked the police station with questions. Soon people were getting arrested for interfering with police business. I even became intriged by it all. The funeral was in a few days, so I determined myself to witnessing the comotion.
On a foggy day I krept out of my home and snuck onto the chappel of the funeral. I snuck through a window and worked my way through the rafters. No one seemed to notice. Everyone was too absorbed by the tragedy. I could hear some go one about what they knew.
"I bet his parents are so devistated... Wouldn't even keep the casket open." An older woman gosiped to another.
"Im so sorry for your loss... Brian was a good man. " I assumed this person was talking to the parents.
I could feel something... strange though at the funeral. The casket was closed but I felt another being. A steady beat of a heartbeat assulted my ears. It was not living... But it wasn't quite dead yet... It was fighting for its life still. I reconized the pattern. Normally when a new blood is made, they will sleep for several days and wake with an unholy hunger... I remember my own. If it weren't for my mentor I know I wouldn't have been able to control myself. I wanted to attack everything and drink everything dry.
