My soul turned dark, my fangs grew longer, my eyes turned a glimmering red, at least that's what I think. I thought myself to look at the mirror but there was a hint of my reflection. What has happened to me?!
As all of it happened, Brice came down the stairs craving for a midnight snack, I quickly hide my dark form before he questioned why I was awake and I answered that I wasn't sleepy, like for real I have lost my mood to sleep.
Since I couldn't sleep, I decided to keep he company as he savoured down so of last night's leftovers. I didn't eat it as I lost my appetite that night. I was hungry but was craving for something else.
We converse with each other but it got more and more argumentive. A deep passion of hate filled me and my cravings grew stronger. My eyes turned back red, my clothes shifted to an inverted colour as Brice was terrified of what he was witnessing.
chants in an unidentified language