The next morning, Connor awoke to Anna cuddled up in his arms. He rubbed her shoulder and Kissed her forehead. He slowly removed the covers and eased out of the bed. His shiny nude body glistens in the sunlight, he dressed and sat down. He looked at Anna still nude in his bed.
She looked so beautiful, an he hoped she didn't mind his rough nature. Then suddenly he felt that curse, he felt the hunger growing. It burned, it was painful. He got up quickly and walked out shutting the big wooden door as soft as possible. He walked down the huge halls of the palace, he saw a guard. All alone, and because of what Connor had become, that was extremely dangerous. He snuck behind the guard very silently. Not one sound was heard, not one step was noticed.
He creeped behind and snatched the guard and covered his mouth. He tilted the guards neck and his fangs burst out, shiny, sharp and ready to pierce. He slammed his head on the boys neck, the blood squirted into his mouth. His jaw locked, grip tight. The guards breath was fading his strength weakening. As the guard fell, Connors fangs slid out. Not one drop of blood was left. He breathed deep and closed his eyes, the last few gulps of blood left to slither down his throat. He opened his eyes and whipped his mouth off, looking around.
He couldn't just leave the dead boy there, he had to hide him. He grabbed the knight and slung him over his shoulder and he took off, he ran and quickly found a spot. He sat the boy down and closed the knights eyes and took a torch. Lighting him on fire and then he sighed walking off. He made his way back to his chambers without a word, a sound or a trace. Back to his love, back to his warm bed, back to his safe place.
