“Are… are those fangs?” I see fear in her eyes. I stand up quickly and take off running. As I run I speed through the trees and feel almost like I’m floating. I run extremely fast toward the Home. I float up to the window. I get in bed and breath slowly. I fall asleep shortly after. The next day I can’t stop myself from having the eagerness to drink blood. The word “feed” pops into my head. Feed, that’s what it is. I must feed. That night I slightly remember leaving and going into the woods. I can’t remember much of what happens. I wake up the next morning in bed and the taste of blood in my mouth. I remember that night perfectly.