The thing that scared me most was the hunger. It knawed at me, kept me awake through long nights. I could here the pulse of any human, and the hunger it was so unbearable. I could feel the blood just flowing into me...so magical,so alive. I craved it. I needed it. It was what made me a monster.
Everyday I long to be human again, to be able to normal, to be able to hang out with people and not know if any segundo I'd have my fangs in there neck sucking their life away.
The night is my companion in my lonely life. The día is my enemy, one mistake I'd be ashes on the concrete floor. But I loved the...
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