Save Me
The smell of Whiskey and Strawberry Wine surrounded him, he was drifting, floating, the smell tempting him, calling to him. It reminded him of a mixture of youthful days sighing away into older age; older age he had never physically reached but had mentally reached. It reminded him of the many bars in the small town that he haunted simply watching the crowds allowing his hunger to sear him alive; how many centuries had it been since he allowed himself to feed?