The hotel room lay cold, almost tomb-like, not that the occupant had a great need for heat. Even though the room didn't look as if it produced that much heat anyways senses it looks as if the last remodeling happens in the early sixties. The old black and white TV played static in the background. The smell of decay and mold mixed with human bodily fluids hung in the air; anyone with a truly gifted sense of smell could tell how many things had transpired in this room. But he didn't care about that he just needs rest even if it was in what most people now days would consider a flop house.

In his sleep even now, when his heart no longer beats- his mind still dreams, just not as a human does. It was a dream that most human would consider a nightmare, waking up with the taste of iron in his mouth. His eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness he found himself in- as well as being confined to a wooden structure.

It was hard to believe that only twenty-four hour earlier he was working his land and watching over his children, His two beautiful and loving daughters. While they played along the edge of the field, he current was plowing. As he watches them in between the moment, he was plowing the row. He couldn't help but smile they were his heart and soul. They were the things in the world that made his life worth living. They were the reason he got up each morning and did his best to make their lives a little easier.

By the time the dusk came he had wiped his brow, A called for his beloved ones to follow him to house as it had become too late to do any planting today. So, the three of them went towards the house to clean up and have something to eat before they called an end to this day, so they could awaken for an early start in the morning to come. But if he only knew that by the time day would come he would never be the same again as his world and love would be torn asunder.

These thoughts torment him in his confines as the images of what happened that night and sounds pulsate through him. He began to hit what was covering him, as he shouted at the top of his lungs for someone to hear him. He could tell by the texture of it was wood. At that moment, he knew the thoughts and images he was seeing were very real this made him strike at the wood harder. As the wood creaked under each of the strikes, and at the sound of these creaks it made the voices of his daughters grow louder in his head. With each hit, it made tear he had left inside of him flow out of him.

As the last tears of humanity slipped down his face and mingled with the first tears of his damnation, his body grew stronger as he continues to strike the lid. As the sounds in his head overpowered even his voice or the banging of his hand, when the wood final gave out under the force of his strike; as the wood crumbled under the last attack from his fist. The earth itself came pouring in on him; he has begun to claw his way through the rock and soil as if he were swimming through water. In the panic of trying to get to the surface, he totals didn't notice he no longer need to breathe or that his lungs held air. But as his blood first ripped through the earth followed by the rest of him he let out a scream that was filled with so much sorrow it would bring tears even to angel eyes.

The fresh night air filled the inside of him; as did the power of the night. His hands grasp at the muddy soil and wet grass as he pulled himself from the earth embrace. And came face a large white stone etched on it was his name. Seeing that sight would of stop his already dead heart as it had done so every night since his birth all those years ago. A was the man because he always awoke filled with dark rage. His eyes always open with such pain and sorrow that he was still among the living.

A single bloody tear slid from his left eye;

"Hmmm …Such a rare day!"

He rolled out of bed and wiped away the tear; He then licked the palm of his hand the blood was that of a dead man as it came from him so he suffered the paralyzing effect as any vampire would but it was very limited due to the amount of blood. He felt his muscle spasm, and his jaw clench as the blood ran through his digestive track. After it was done, he got out of the bed and shook off the last lingering effect before walking over to the dresser where the alarm clock and a medical cooler. He reached inside past the semi-melted ice and retrieved the content of it, which was a full bag of plasma.

It irritated him that the sight of this crimson red liquid made his body reacted in such away; that he felt the fangs in his mouth always distend ready to rip through anything to get to it. So, he opened a corner of the bag and begun to drink deeply. It surprised him how the taste of iron never bothered him anymore like the earlier days. Did it mean he was adapting to this life? Was he losing what little of the humanity he still clung to! It didn't matter he couldn't allow himself to die for a second time, not until the bitch who made him was dead.

As the last drop of blood slid down his throat, he felt alive for a moment and his strength return. His eyes scan the shit-hole motel six he had picked here in Lackland, Texas. Logan stretched as he felt the blood circulate through him now. He then got undressed and walked into the bathroom, and started the shower it didn't matter that the water was colder than ice. As he climbs into the shower; and let the water cascade down him. Going over so many scars from hunting the supernatural, in search of her each time he ends one of them he felt as if in some small way he reclaimed the life stolen from him by making sure the thing that bumps in the night didn't take any more lives.

As he stuck his head in the shower head; He let the images he had just dreamt drip away with each drop of water that beat him. If he could cry like a human does he would, but he knew tears were for the living, so he allowed himself to imagine the shower water going down his face were the tears he could not shed. This scene lasted for fifteen minutes when the alarm went off in the bed room. He could make out the song he was hearing as Savin' Me by Nickleback blaring from the tinny little speaker in the ten dollar Costco alarm clock. With the song playing, he turned off the shower and stood there listing to the song.

He took a deep breath then said to himself and old prayer he had sung to each of his daughters to asking God to look over them until he could be with them again. He got out of the shower and walked back into the bed room. He listens to the song, as he took his clothing from his travel bag and got to work in getting ready to start his night. As he pulled on his t-shirt, he heard song change to a song of Heat of the moment by Asia started. He found himself sing the song as he continues to get dressed than pulled on his jeans with a semi hop.

Once he was dressed he grabbed his travel bag and cooler, slung them over his shoulder. Then grabbed his keys from the dresser and made his way to check out. As he opens the door the rank smell of the room was quickly washed away by the night time air. This made him smile slightly as he made his way to the hotel office to check out.