"Drink." The voices commanded. Without thinking, he jumped at the dead body and went straight for the neck. His fangs pierced the skin and he began to drink. Seconds later, he pulled away. "I-I'm a monster.." he whispered, tears falling down his face. He got up and ran to a corner, "You're not a monster, its just nature.." But he didn't believe that, he thought he was a monster. He would have to kill people to feed for the rest of his life. He was going to have to stay hidden, hide in alleyways and live in the forest. "Somebody save me from this nightmare!" He screamed.
