I circled around the shaky man who took the name of David he watched my every move obviously trying to keep calm but that was diminishing rappidly. I would lung at him sometimes to see how he'd react he jumped and screamed. I slowly crawled up to his smooth leg it was shaved and glistening which meant it was recently shaved and it still smelt like that sweet spearmint shaving cream. He looked down at me quivering his face a little paler than before. I was about To sniff his leg again when I heard a loud bang someone (most likely a doctor) dropped something outside I dug my claws into David's leg and tore out a small chunk of flesh. Blood immediantly seeped through David's new wound he backed against a wall and began crying as I sniffed the flesh in my hands it was a soft tan and I could see the crimson liquid dripping I threw it on the floor and licked up the blood fumbling back over to David and lowering my head I felt sorta bad for hurting him...why I'd done it to so many people why feel bad now
