I'LL BE NOTHING.
I'm starving.
He thought as he crossed the dark street.
Yet it's so simple, dammit.
Search a fucking prey and eat it. Maybe a beautiful girl with long blond hair and lip gloss scented in strawberry.
He found a bench and sat down.
I can't go on like this.
I don't like to kill for live. There was a time when I loved to do it, yes, but now I don't care. I killed for the sake of it without thinking of the consequences.
Watch now how I am reduced: a vampire who is afraid of killing, who loves life and humans themselves. Yuck! I don't deserve this.
A girl, about sixteen years old, sat on the bench in front of him.
No, I can't do it. She is young, beautiful, with a wonderful future ahead of her.
But maybe I could ... just taste her. Yes, taste a little bit of her blood.
No, I just have to get up from this bench and forget her.
He rose from the bench and turned to leave.
I decided: I will starve.
There is no other solution to my pain, I have to necessarily do it that way.
It can not hurt people, not more. I have done so much evil that I can not even think you deserve still life. I'll shut myself in the crypt. No one will ever know that I exist.
I'll be nothing, as I should be for centuries.