leaving<a class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="2f665c40434b4a6f" href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection">[email protected]</a>roof I felt there was something wrong, yes there was that darkness there but I felt something else, I continued to the quayside, I saw an old man sleeping under some old rags, he stunk of stale sweat and alcohol, I felt like I was doing him a favor as I picked him up, his eyes bulged with fear as he saw my fangs extend, my eyes went red, he shut his eyes and started to recite the Lord's prayer as if that was going to help him.<br/><br/>I quickly bit into his neck, feeling the warmth of his blood flow down my throat, it wasn't long before he was drained and he was dead. disposing of his body was easy as there was a dumpster nearby.<br/><br/>Wiping my mouth, I walked to the end of the pier and watched the sun rise, leaning back and letting the warmth cover my body.