The town was one of those remote, scruffy, farming towns. I noted, as I hid in the trees sheltering the car park of a small church, that most of the people milling around the half-abandoned shops looked as if they hadn't had baths in weeks. Even the sweet smell of their blood was tainted by the sour smell of body odour. It was the only thing stopping me from leaping from my cover and snapping their necks. Still slightly sickened by my apparent new favourite food, I edged back into the dark confines of the trees. I don't know how long I sat there pondering, I only knew I was eventually interrupted by two young children, no sound and then suddenly, they were there. They looked about nine or ten, a boy and a girl and by the looks on their faces, they were expecting to see me about as much as I was them. With the soft skin of their necks so close, I couldn't help myself. I lunged at the girl and without thinking and bit into her neck, her pure sweet blood swirling in my mouth. She struggled for a moment and then went still. All of this happened in seconds so I dumped the girl and grabbed the boy before he could yell for help. My instincts kicking in, I twisted his head around until I heard a sharp snap and I greedily sucked his circulatory system dry. As soon as I was finished, my mind began to reject what I had just done, I started to shake, I curled up into a ball and bit my rock-hard knuckles to stop myself from screaming.