I don't mourn her loss, I simply set her body on fire and head off to find somewhere to sleep for the night. This is the only part about being me I don't like the empty often sleepless nights and I'm tired tonight. I have no home, not anymore I don't really have a family either... No one in their right mind would have a family with me.

Maybe I should save my money to buy a place but then I could be traceable. No its better to wander and never settle down in a place I could be caught in. I stop in front of an old empty warehouse, it has possibilities. Plenty of exits and a stable roof... It's good enough for me.

I climb up to the roof with ease and lift a loose piece of the sheet metal the building is topped with, I ease myself into the building and drop silently to the floor, no heartbeats for miles around and the only human scents are months old. I find an old crate and break it up, lay my coat over it and lay down to sleep, dead dog tired.

I wake up earlier than I would have liked, people were outside the warehouse and they were talking about the burnt body of a woman that has been found two miles away as well as the massacre in the bar. I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing as they describe the killer as a sick son of a bitch, if only they knew.

I freeze as I hear footsteps near the rear door of the warehouse and heavy machinery being driven towards it. Fuck I fucking hate Mondays!

I get up and grab my coat, pulling it on quickly before running across the room and jumping through one of the windows, I keep running and don't stop till I reach a small copse of woods I know that lies on the edge of town.

Maybe I should move on to another town, this one is getting too familiar and that is when I will be caught and exposed. It's not a bad idea and holds a great deal of appeal to me, so I head off through the trees, I'm not going to stop at the next town I need to go further afield to get to a place where I can kill freely.

I could call in on the old woman but I don't think I will risk it, not yet there's plenty of time for that later. Right now I want to live the life I was denied for so long. I want to feel the wind so I run, I run wild in the woods the wind whipping my hair back from my face, the chill feels so good.

I barely notice the sky changing over head until the moon comes out and shines down on me, then I stop and look up. My muscles are warm and aching softly as I gaze up at the moon, its full and the sky is clear. I stare at it for a long time when I start walking again I'm aware that I'm slightly cold. Not that it bothers me.

I don't know how far I have come, I am simply aware that there isn't another human scent around me for a long way, perhaps it's a good thing. I drop to the floor and sleep. I wake in the daytime for a change and the first thing I'm aware of is hunger, I haven't eaten in days.

I scent the air around me and grin to myself, I always did like venison. I slowly stalk to where I can smell the deer and laugh softly. It must be my lucky day, the deer are in some sort of pen and are sitting ducks as far as I'm concerned. I can't smell humans nearby and I can't hear the hum of electricity either, I still approach with caution. As I get closer they start to get agitated, not that it matters, I pounce on a doe that had started to approach me, I rip its throat out and throw it over the fence, climbing it myself quickly.

I grabbed my deer and ran off into the woods with it before sitting down and eating it raw. I suppose I could have lit a fire but I was too hungry to care, besides I like my meat rare. I keep eating devouring almost the entire animal before leaning back on my elbows with a satisfied sigh. It's good to feel full for a change.

I get to my feet and keep heading off, looking for a new town... maybe a city, most of all a new challenge. I can't stand routine, it gets so damn dull and I hate being bored almost more than anything.