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This pain.
This burning, starving and craving, immense pain.
Not of transformation, but of the bloodlust.
The thirst...
That desire..
I can feel of my throat, burning, craving for the sweet crimson liquid that would quench the problem for a short matter of time.
For the food of our life.
For what kept us sane.
I crave blood.
Shit.
I need blood... I need.. I need to drink... To feed... To live...
I.. I am a monster.. I'm what I feared the most.. I'm... I can't live this way...