"Run away" "Eventually they'll see the monster in you" "Don't look back" "Stop screaming this is who you are nothing will change it" The voices in my head are driving me mad. "Why did you raise me this way?" This is all I manage to say whilst standing over my parents' graves. The need to kill has drained me completely. I want to stop but the craving has taken control over me , I cannot ignore the good feeling I get after I feed my craving but I hate the feeling I get when the pleasure is gone. 》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》 A girl named Justine Anderson suffers from a craving to kill. She is aggravated because as much as she enjoys the feeling it gives her, she hates sucking the blood because it makes her seem like a parasite. She tries by all means not to interact with people for she fears that people will know her secret. But love comes along and gives her hope that she can be a better person. Is that true or is it a consolidation prize she gives herself?