<em>Turned, turned, when was I turned? When did my life change? </em><br/>He replayed his life back, was it during the war? When could he have been changed into what he was. It was important but it did not seem to matter at this moment when he learned about full moons. The symptoms of, the depressions, he had found himself in jail cells and isolated areas before, but never like last night. The story was sad, to be taken away from a family, he knew what the loss felt like. But after all that, he did not want to be what he was, it explained what he had encountered earlier. They really were animals, she was not as bad as them, but he was. The girl from last night.<br/>"I think I attacked someone last night...a young woman..."<br/>Thoughts of the night before came to him, the dancing, the man from last night with his scent, Alice said he was a wolf by his scent?! Was that what he picked up last night also, he jotted his notes down, controlling his emotions.<br/><br/>"How do you control it...no...we can talk about this later."<br/>His own stomach growled.<br/>"Allow me to clean myself, we can go and get something to eat, my treat."<br/>He wanted to smile, but he was so bogged down with questions, fears and other feelings, joy was not among them. Vincent was a rather wealthy man, It was amazing what a proper investments in the 50's along with a very frugal lifestyle can yield a man.<br/>"No need...to work, it is the man's role."<br/>A hint of his age was blurted out unintentionally.<br/>"I might not have anything in your size...but...perhaps a pair of sweats and a shirt will suffice?"<br/>Placing the fresh and un-tattered clothes down on the bed, he slipped into the shower. A few moments later he came back clean, shaved and much more presentable than before. A pair of dark blue jeans and a black "Cowboy" shirt, with his black boots. He looked for his jacket, but did not find it, had he lost it?<br/>"ready to go?"<br/>He opened the door for them, their destination the diner across from the bar. Once they slid into the booth, he felt free to order just about anything that looked appetizing. The leather book was laid on the table as they waited for their order.<br/>"I don't know what to say...how have you lived these past years? A cave? What do you eat?"<br/>His scientific mind wanted to absorb the knowledge, get a grasp of what his new life would be like. Mating, eating, raising young was that all their was to his new life?