Chapter 2 The Werewolf And The Vampier

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I walk off down the street looking at all the people that walk past me. Wishing I can just snatch one and drain their body of blood. The streets ate dark besides the one street light that was flashing. The wind is blowing but I don't feel the cold. That's because of the vampire blood. That's because vampires are technically dead. As I keep on walking the hunger I feel is not as bad as before. Because there is no one around now but that does not mean I don't what to kill. The ergent to kill can be so strong some times it's hard to control it. Some times it's hard to be what I am, trying to control my hunger , trying not to kill so many people so I don't course a seen. And then once a month I have to go to the middle of no where and chain myself up,so when the fall moon comes out and the transformation happens I don't go and kill even more people. Transforming in to a wolf is painful, I brake every bone in my body and that goes on for a long time. Sometimes I can Change at will or I can half change but I still have to brack my bones for that to happen but it doesn't hurt so much. As I arrive at my small one bedroom apartment I can smell the blood of humans ever were and then the hunger comes back as pain fall as ever. I walk in to the apartment, take off my black leather jacket and dump it on the couch and walk in to the bathroom. You think it would be dangerous to live in an apartment building with humans but I find it fine. I don't smell the blood and if I get hungry I just go to the alcohol cabbot. The alcohol helps with the craves. I can eat human food but it can make me sick if I eat a lot. I look in the mirror seeing my reflection, seeing my pale face and my light green eyes. I remember one time when my friend said why don't you have rad eyes, I thought that vampires have red eyes. I didn't know what to say. Back then I didn't know what was going on with me. I bearly remember what was my life before this. I don't know if I had a good life or a bad one. I like to think it was a good one but I don't really care. This is my life now and there is nothing I can do about it. I walk out of the bathroom to get my pjs from my room. When someone smashed something over my head.

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