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to town.
    The rest of the trip was uneventful, and not that far from the base of the cliff, that I had just fallen off of, I came to an empty road. I crossed over the road, walked through some more woods and finally arrived at a little square of homes.  Half a dozen houses of modest means sat in a semicircle. Beyond was the rest of the town, but it was still about a mile off; it was real quiet; I have no idea what time it is, but I am guessing it is early in the morning.
    I sneaked up to the first house which sat at a further distance away from the rest of the homes. I walked up to the back door; I hated myself for what I must do.
      At the back door, I listened to what was going on inside. All was quiet, but, as I listened closer, noise begun to filter through the door of the house. I came to realize it was the noise of a TV from the front of the house. I couldn’t tell if anyone was home. They could have just left the TV on. So I just decided to go for it. I was hungry and had no idea how much time I had before sunrise.
      I tried the doorknob to see if it was unlocked. I guess they didn’t lock up at night; good for me, bad for them. I snuck in to find myself standing in the kitchen with only a small light on over the sink, but I could see everything crystal clear. Treading carefully, I moved to the other side of the kitchen and looked into the living room.
    Closing my eyes, the sound from the TV allowed me to see the entire living room i n my head. I could see a man sitting in front of the TV, taking swigs out of his bottle. The image in my head was black and white, and I noticed it lacked detail as well. I knew he had a bottle, but I could not see the label, and I could not make out the finer details of his face. Regardless, I could see what he was doing, and that he was alone.
    With that knowledge, I went into the room and snuck up right behind him for the couch was positioned in the middle of the living room. I was too hungry to worry about much, and, with that, I attacked. I grabbed his mouth to keep him from yelling, pulled his head to one side and sank my fangs into his neck.
    The blood, oh the blood, it was everything I ever wanted and more. I didn’t know because I have never had consensual sex, but this felt great. My body shook with desire; never had I ever been more at peace in my entire life.
    At first I took the man by surprise; he pulled me over the couch, and we slammed into the coffee table, but, even with all this, I was too busy sucking and lost in the pleasure to even care. The weaker he got, the stronger I got. This didn’t happen quickly like the movies, but it was over quick enough, maybe 10 or 15 minutes.
    He lay dead. I was laying there on the floor with his body still on top of me, his face still skyward. I pushed his body off by rolling it to one side. I jumped up off of the ground. I felt like a million dollars; I was completely healed and feeling so good when I heard another noise down the hallway.
    I could make out a heavyset woman coming down the hallway from one of the other rooms of the small house. I was standing over a dead man in the middle of her living room, wearing nothing but a filthy piece of cloth over me, covered in mud with blood around my mouth. I was hoping just to kill this man and leave, but it appeared I was out of time, and so was this woman who approached me.
    “Roger what the hell is your drunken ass doing? Are you trying to wake the children…?” The woman stopped in midsentence after she flipped on the light switch.
    The sudden light blinded me; it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. I co uld see the woman clearly; we were five feet apart with a couch between us. We just stared at each other in utter disbelief. I didn’t know what I should do.   She said there were children down the hall. I hadn’t even thought about that, and, at the same time, this was probably her dead husband I was standing over.
    Then she surprised me and started to