I hate this but I don't know how much longer I can go on. I'm really desperate for something, I hadn't "eaten" all week. It's not like I can just take all that I want like we used to. In these changing times people have become more vigil and would notice if too many or someone important would go missing overnight. That's why we need to be super careful and only kill if and when necessary. If we slip up we'd have to move again and that would make fratello angry, and it would make me upset too, I've come to really like this city.

Ah! Finally something.

A young woman alone staggering down the road. Obviously heavily drunk. She's mumbling things in a language not native to this country, she's a foreigner. It's after midnight, all the shops and bars are closed now, people are asleep, nobody around to hear or see.

I move quickly in the darkness and appear silently behind her.

"Ciao, bella," I say in a seductive voice. She turns around almost tripping over her own two feet. I take her arm and she drunkenly smiles. I look in her eyes, the alcohol clouds her blue eyes but still there's that one thing in them, she's just too intoxicated to realize what it is. It's instinct, fear. It's telling her that I'm dangerous, ut her mind's too clouded. That she should run. Like it would be much use if she could.

I smile and pull her into an alley. Push her against a wall. Bite her neck.

It all happens too fast for her to scream. She make a strained gasping sound and desperately grips my coat. I'm starving and her blood is sweet like fine wine.

I can't stop.

Her heart beat is speeding up. She's growing weaker. I'm taking too much blood. I'm going to kill her. She doesn't deserve to die, but I'm enjoying myself too much to stop.

I really am a monster.

The sudden sound of the English national anthem startles me enough to take my fangs away from her neck. I dig in her purse for her phone. The ID has an A with a little heart next to it.

"ngh…Ar…thur…" She whispers before losing consciousness.

I immediately loose my appetite

I gently lay her on the cleaner part of the ground. The puncture marks will disappear soon. She'll live. With any luck she won't remember me and think she just has a bad hang over when she wakes up.

I run away as fast as I can into the shadows away from the poor girl in the alley. I travel far aay, past the businesses, shops, and homes to outside the city. A tall dilapidated church stands out in the field of tall grass and crumbling headstones. Ironically our home.

Inside I had tried to make it as homey as I could. Some pretty paintings cover the cracks and holes in the walls. I constantly sweep up the dirt and spider webs. I even feed a stray cat that often comes by. Still…

"Hello? Fratello, are you here, ve?" I call out. A few birds fly out from the rafters. He's not here, probably out "hunting" like I was.

Fratello would laugh at me for doing this. Alone I walk up to the pulpit. I kneel before the giant cross. Bow my head. I pray for God's forgiveness.

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Ok I probably shouldn't have started this with so many stories that needed finished but I did and now I have no idea of how soon ill update this again