• As he walked the stars lit his path and the gravel beneath his feet crackled as he stepped down.

    The scene he had just witnessed chose to burrow into his mind and stay. He cringed, remembering the expression on his mother's face; his father's livid eyes.

    He wiped blood from his arm and remembered himself waking up an hour ago on the floor at his front door. The door was wide open, and the only thing in his house was his mother's body. She was pale, as if she had been emptied of blood. Her eyes were clouded over, and showed her last emotion. He had stared in horror at her dead body, recognizing that emotion.

    She always had that look on her face when she said "I have no regrets" to her friends when they told her to leave. When they told her that "that man" was evil. He placed his mother's head carefully back on the ground and left the house.

    He knew what he had become in these past few hours. The few hours he was unconscious. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it for very long. I will try, he promised himself, I'll do so much better than he ever did...


    I won't let the thirst consume me.

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    He tripped, causing his knees to come crashing to the ground and mash into the gravel at his feet. Cringing, he got back up and brushed himself off. He sighed and looked behind him. He had been walking for hours by now. He suddenly remembered more, as if it had been waiting for him to fully accept what happened.

    He remembered screaming at his father.

    "Father, stop! You'll kill her if you drink! Go find someone else!" But his father was far past help. His eyes were full of blood lust as he plunged his teeth into the boy's mother's neck. She gasped, and asked him to stop. Begged him to stop. She slowly stopped strugling and was dropped to the floor.

    "Father... why?" the boy asked, gasping for air in shock. He turned slowly towards his son and his eyes rolled back into his head. He twitched involunatily and lunged for his son. The boy put out an arm to guard himself, and his father bit down on that arm. There was a terrible scream- then darkness.

    That's all he could remember.