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Chapter 1

Reliving days was not always a fun past time, but at this point, all worth doing. It was, and has been clear that there was no escape. As long as I wanted to stay alive, I would have to begin a new episode every time I fed. But was it really worth it?

My life was completely and totally empty; accept for the cloudy days when I'm able to go outside of my lonely hiding place in the alley between two old warehouses.

I had left peter less than a week ago. He wasn't so surprised, I could tell. I had slowly been wandering away from him and charlotte over the past few years. Not in my whole like I had ever envied someone so much. He had everything that would make a king happy. A beautiful wife who he treasured above all things, a free will of hunting anywhere he pleased, anyone he pleased, and only felt the pleasure of his instincts satisfaction when he did.

Of course he was still my brother and I would never turn away from him with an intention for pain, but the strategy he lived by, just could not stable my needs.

I had pretty much wasted all day. The sun had not shown once, and I was in need of some new cloths, but I knew I was thirsty to. I was waiting for someone just to walk past, or to pace a little to close to my hiding spot, but no one had been here all day, and I was running low on options.

I would have to leave.

I made my escape quick, darting out to the other side of the building to face the road that lead out of town, but turned away, into the village, wanting to find a fast, easy kill before I relocated again.

It was not hard after I put myself in plain human view. My clothes were dirty and ripped in someplace from ware some of my other victims tried to escape my. Of cores, with ought much success.

I ducked into the small town's only store that sells clothing and was able to swipe a whole new outfit and exit the back, leaving my old rags in the alleyway for them to find in the morning when they took the garbage out. The whole process took about sixty seconds, and then I was back on the street.

I walked at human pace for a while, waiting for someone that promised a fuller filling then the rest, but it was starting to drizzle. Most of the humans were taking off into buildings and running off to their homes, as if rain could hurt them. Then again I was supposed to be at the moment, so I decided to follow their lead.

Most of the buildings were half empty anyways, but I had a cretin one in mind. This specific one was usually fuller and more promising. And standing in the rain would draw attention anyways, so I hurried towards it.

Little did I know at the time, that that tiny decision would turn my reason for life from a small, lifeless will, to a strong binding that changed the way I looked at the cruel world I live in, to something much greater and powerful.