• Smoke filled air was filtered through my lungs. My eyes strung from the dust. My lips were dry, and cracked, and blood seeped through the rips.

    I looked down at the pavement, cracked and hot. My canines were elongating into fangs, once more. I stood up, walking into an alley. There were two men at the back of the brick, socializing. One turned around. And old man, with milky white eyes. Francis. I knew it was. Without time to react, he raised a magnum, a hollow point shooting through my chest. Looking down at my shoes, I chuckled as I heard the building split open, footsteps retreating. Spinning on my heels, I walked away, first picking up the bullet. I spun the metal in my fingers. It's amazing how quickly pain is forgotten, how love is lost. Being cursed, we have no choice but to continue on with life. It's inevitable, and there is no escape.