Anton found his way home and into his bathroom where he splashed cold water on his face. What had he been thinking?! Had that woman's words really stirred such a reaction in him? Was he turning into some sort of cold-blooded killing machine? There had been no real reason to kill that man. He could have just as easily saved the girl without harming either of them. Maybe he'd been wrong all along and the transformation wasn't yet complete. Maybe he was going to become like other vampires; kill, drink blood, hate humans.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't want that.</span>he thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't want to truly become a monster.</span><br/><br/>Anton dried his face and went down into his basement. He dropped down into a pushups position and supported himself with one finger. Down up one, down up two. He did as many as he could then switched to one finger on his other hand. Then another finger on his first hand. It was difficult to worry about things when strength training because most of your focus had to be on the movements.<br/><br/>He was putting off thinking about what he'd done because he was scared. Giving in to killing was one thing, but what was next? Would he start drinking blood like other vampires? Anton shivered and gagged a little. No the chances of that weren't very high. But still, if he was going to kill, he'd have to have something to restrain him. Like conditions that had to be met. He sat down and made a mental list:<br/><br/>1.) Someone's life is in danger.<br/>2.) There aren't any more diplomatic options.<br/>3.) The perpetrator refuses to stop.<br/>4.) I'm emotionally sound.<br/>5.) It won't make the situation worse.<br/>6.) I don't drink any of their blood before, during or afterwards.<br/>7.) The manner of death fits the level of crime.<br/>8.) I'm sure who's at fault for the situation.<br/>9.) I leave it so the body can be recognized and taken care of by loved ones.<br/>10.) All the above conditions are met.<br/><br/>Anton wiped off some sweat with a towel.<span style="font-style: italic">There. That should keep me in check.</span>He glanced up at the clock. There was about an hour before the next meeting started. Anton left his house, walked to a nearby park and watched some children as they played on the swings and slides. He needed<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>relaxation before he walked right back into stressful situations.