He realized that his fangs were exposed again, concentrating he managed to retract them and by closing his eyes he controlled his thirst. He was afraid of himself because he didn't know why he acted like that when he smelled human blood, but little by little he managed to control it more and more.

 During the day he hid in the darkest part of the forest where the light couldn't touch him; the sunlight caused him burns and left huge sores on his skin, he felt like he was burning. The way he realized that the sun caused him so much damage was that he wanted to go out hunting even though it was daytime, there he knew that he had to get away from the sun.

 He knew that something in him was different, he began to have dreams of a place in the distance, he heard voices that seemed familiar, and he began to remember some things, which thinking deeply he understood that they were memories. Most of the time he remembered what he had dreamed or "remembered" he used to walk through the forest and approach the nearest pond where he used to hide; he used to see his reflection in the water; he knew that something about his new appearance was different. His skin was so pale, white as snow, he vaguely remembered that the color in his eyes was different. His gaze was now fiercer, his lips were now redder and more defined and finally he looked at his hair, it was long, straight, grayish and shiny like silver. He was also taller than he vaguely remembered of himself, even than most of the humans he used to feed on or meet in the forest.

 Trying to remember his life; he only got vague memories of a farm in the distance of a small town. He decided to find it, so he began to look for clues that would lead him to that farm that he barely remembered. He left a note to Enovi, saying goodbye.

 Dear Enovi,

I hope this letter reaches you well. I was planning to sit down and write this because there is something important, I want to tell you before I leave: I am going on a long trip and, although it is not a goodbye forever, for now it is a “see you later.”

 As excited as I am about this adventure, I can't help but feel a little bittersweet and perhaps nervous about not knowing what this trip has in store for me. As I told you before, I need to know who I am? Where do I come from? and find answers to what happened to me. You have been a very important part of my life, and I will really miss our conversations, and your teachings.

 Take care of yourself, my friend.

 His journey began at night, he took a boat, no one noticed his presence. And it was what he needed; he managed to eat enough to not feel thirsty during that long trip. Many of the skills that this being knew were not developed, but he needed to know their origins.

 Finally, they reached land, it was 45 days at sea, the ship finally touched the shore, many of the sailors died mysteriously on the trip, the sailors left the dead in the basement of the ship. They thought it was the plague, and left them there, the ship was not infested with rats, so they thought in the end that something evil had traveled with them, because an evil aura was felt with them.

 When night came, he woke up, his eyes shone in the darkness of the basement of the ship, the ship was still on the edge of the dock, they had decided to burn it, but it was bad luck to do it the same day he had arrived, so he was still able to stay to sleep in it.

 He came down from it, and it was a poor town. The air smelled rotten, for someone like him the aroma was something he perceived quite strongly. He covered his nose and managed to sneak into the community. This being of darkness walked through that small town called Tulcea, in Dobrogea, Romania. The city was kept dark since security turned off the torches in certain places, that was where he managed to move around. His eyes were shining, he could see perfectly in the darkness. He had been asleep for seven days, he needed to feed, the mark on his left eye was present; and an evil presence could be felt in the air.

 Sixty-three more days passed until he finally arrived where his memory guided him, Borsec, Romania. Upon arriving, the air there was familiar, he breathed as deeply as he could and recognized that aroma immediately. He was sure that it was the place he had seen in his memories.

 He finally arrived at the village, his perception of everything there was as if he had just lived in that place, but... Something had changed, it was definitely a place abandoned by God, he could smell death and sins just by entering there. It was not like the towns he had passed through in the last few months, this place was a place of perdition, he could smell lust, on the side of the town he passed through there were places where women offered sexual services in exchange for food or a pittance of money. He covered his nose; the smell was unbearable.

 He could not walk any further that night, he took refuge in a nearby cave, he needed to rest and get away from that place. That day during his rest he had a memory now more vivid than all the others; when he woke up, he searched in the small luggage he had for a notebook that Enovi had given him, he did not want to forget the landscape he had just remembered, without flinching he began to draw it, he drew the facade of a farm. He realized that he could draw quite well, so he added the rest of the details that he remembered from the images in his head. He took his things and left immediately, he knew that he should not waste any more time, he put on his coat and covered his face leaving only his eyes in sight, because of his height and the color of his hair he called a lot of attention, so he hid it as best he could.

 His eyes were already red again, he had not eaten for almost three days, he was already thirsty, but he did not want to waste time on that, he needed to get to that farm. He passed by an alley, and there was a woman of those who offered her lust in exchange for money.

 - Wow, you are quite tall, are you loyalty?

 She approached him dangerously, he stopped immediately, holding his breath.

 - Why don't you show me your beautiful face, huh? Do you have any scars that you do not want me to see?

 He still didn't answer, he stood still, his hands began to shake, the sharp pain that the mark on his left eye caused him and the thirst were increasing, even though he was holding his breath he could hear the flow of his blood running through the veins of the woman in front of him.

 - Come on love, let me give you a little pleasure. I think you need it, and I can also do it without charging you if what you don't have is money.

 He stepped back, fighting with all his strength to contain the urge to feed. She insisted again and this time she took him by the hand, and he couldn't take it anymore. The hiss was immediate and before she could understand what was happening an incredibly strong pain in her head left her stunned, the head cover with which he had covered his silver hair had fallen back, and his face full of thirst was close to hers.

 Red eyes, and the mark of evil was the only thing she could see at the end. He buried his sharp fangs in her neck, and with one of his hands he covered the woman's mouth before she could make any sound, he knew that women usually screamed and that left him stunned, so as part of his hunting method, he covered the mouth of his victims so that it would not interrupt his hunt. He was sucking the blood of his victim with tremendous force, and she tried to fight for her life, she kicked, she tried to bury her nails in the arms of her captor, but they only broke because she could not bury them, his muscles were hard, like stone. Little by little her struggle was weakening until she could not fight anymore and let her arms and legs fall to the ground.

 He stopped sucking her neck, her blood had been completely drunk, and her heart had stopped beating.

 He released her mouth and stopped pressing his victim against the ground, his lips were stained with the blood of that woman who, having been at the wrong time, had served as his food. A few steps behind him were heard and a shuddering scream brought him out of his frenzy; he turned his head in the direction and there were two more women observing that macabre scene.

 He immediately stood up, leaving the lifeless body of the prostitute he had fed on. He started walking in the direction of the other two women but stopped immediately. More people were heading towards the place. Reacting to the noise, he covered himself and ran off in the opposite direction.

 Rumors began to circulate: a human-shaped creature with moon-like hair had murdered a woman. "Red eyes and the mark of the devil" was what was read in the newspapers of the neighboring villages, and drawings of the mark that had been visualized from that horrible moment. A demon that sucked the blood of women, leaving them completely dry.

 He finally reached the clearing in the forest that he had seen on numerous occasions in his memories. A familiar face crossed his mind, he saw the face of a man watching him. It was like a memory imprinted in his mind, he had his notebook in his hands, so he began to draw him, this man seemed familiar to him, but he didn't remember where he was from. He stopped halfway through drawing the face when he saw in his memory the color of his eyes, green, but not just any green, it was that emerald tone.

 - Dad?

 He ran with all his strength, he was stronger and faster now, he remembered where the farm was. He arrived at a farm, that farm that remained in his memory. There he sees a huge gate surrounding it, he takes a few more steps and when he tries to enter, he sees that it is closed. He touches that large padlock and of course destroys it with his hand and enters.

 Upon entering he walks along the path that was in the direction of the house. When he is in front of the house, he takes the drawing he had made some time ago and places it next to the farm in front of his eyes; It was the same, the only thing different now was that it had been abandoned many years ago. He walked along the facade and noticed that there was writing on its outer walls, the townspeople had written: “Murderer”, “Bitch”, “You killed your entire family”, “What did you do with your son?”, “Bitch”.

 - What does this mean?

 He walked to the entrance of the house, and there was a much older latch than the one he had seen now, he entered the house. He had already seen from the outside that they had tried to burn it down. But, for some reason the house had only burned on the outside.

 It was clear that no one had been there for a long time, his father was no longer there. Images of the inside of the house began to invade his head, everything was in its place, as if time had stopped inside the house. He understood that he had lived there in the past; he went up the stairs and saw the door of the first room open. A painful memory came to his mind.

 - D-Dad...

 He couldn't continue, so he left the house, all those memories were blurry in his head; before dawn he decided to go to the Village again, he wanted to know what had happened there and what had happened to his father.

 The next night he went down to the village and approached a group of men who were drinking accompanied by prostitutes, they were talking

about a mysterious man who had been seen walking inside the farm. The men at the Bar kept talking about the curse of the Black family and he listened attentively to what those men said about that family.

 - They say that the demon that consumed his family came back again.

 - What are you talking about?

 - Yes, last night they saw a tall man walking inside the fence of the Black farm, but they couldn't see who it was. He was only wearing some tunics like the English wear.

 - Is it some English buyer?

 - Don't be silly! Of course not, he didn't look like an Englishman, he was more like a lord of the night.

 - Lord of the night? Are you talking about the one who killed the prostitute the other night?

 The prostitutes at the table fell silent and became nervous.

 - My lords, please don't talk about that event anymore, let's drink to be happy. It's a beautiful night today.

 - Pour me another drink then woman!

 They continued laughing and talking about other things after that.

 - Hey Russell.

 - What's going on?

 - Do you think the Black curse has returned? It's been many years since nothing happened in that place, a priest always came at the request of the neighboring houses to bless that farm, but since he died. Will he come back?

 - Are you talking about what the wife of that family did?

 - Yes.

 - What happened my lord?

 - Her name was Aileen Black, she was a beautiful woman It is said that she was the cause of the curse. She married Sorin Black, he was the son of a very wealthy family, his parents were businessmen who came from England, but her son fell in love with her, and thety decided to come live here. Sorin wanted a child, he told her that if she was not able to give him a child, despite loving her so much, he was going to divorce her. Finally, that woman gave him a son, a son that she never wanted.

 Something hurt in the chest of this being when he heard what these men were talking about.

 - The little one fell ill at the age of five, a strange skin disease, he was always delicate, and when he was able to help at home, the boy worked hard at night; sometimes Sorin kept him company. From what my grandparents told me, he was a rather handsome young man, although weak in appearance. And one day he simply passed away at the age of 20.

 The death of his father was based on mere rumors from the townspeople; they said that he disappeared after his son's death, no one had ever seen him, and they believe that his wife killed him and buried him on the same farm.

 He was devastated, he could feel that the place where his heart was supposed to be felt empty, but somehow still hurts.

 Upon learning of his father's death, everything changed. Something deep inside him broke and he was never the same. He knew that from the moment he had awakened, humans were despicable, violent and lustful beings. During the time since he had awakened, he had witnessed fathers raping their own daughters, murders out of envy and adultery. He knew that those humans had to disappear and there, he decided to feed on and kill all those humans who were monsters like his mother and like the one he had become.

 His thirst for blood was insatiable, at that point his irrational side had taken the lead, and he simply let those impulses get the best of him. He continued to feed on human blood. He bit them, right on the neck, right where the blood flows best and drank all that vital liquid from their bodies, all for the purpose of feeding himself. He started doing it for fun after a while, his fierce side was now insatiable, he stopped discriminating against evil humans and fed on everyone like a wild beast.