Drip... Drip...

I gaze at her, the sleeping child. I look, not without caring. You won't know what I mean.

I don't care.

I think of my friend, Emrick. He's the one who persuaded me.

Blood brothers. For life.

But his blood was... black.

As I think of him, and looking at the child, the new feeling washes over me.

Hunger. Not normal, but for something else.

I lick my lips.

And feel fangs.

I lean in to the great vein of the girls neck.

Back out.

Drip... drip... drip... drip...