Red... Rage, lust, hunger, passion... Blood... How long had it been since he'd fed? He couldn't even remember without the lust to cloud his mind. He felt like a rabid dog, unable to control himself even if he wished to, and he never had wished to control this. He'd wanted the damn woman to kill him, not turn him into some monster who lived in the darkest shadows and slithered through the back alleys puddles. He'd never asked for any of this cursed life, but he was unable to end it. He'd battled every human or daemon who'd boasted of killing his kind, and all had been no challenge at all. And still he couldn't end his own miserable existence.
His eyes where a fierce red, his skin looked as if he was covered in snow. He was cold as ice to the touch, enough to send a human into shivers and goose bumps just from a brush against it. A snarl is given as he stalked down the sidewalk towards the apartments. If he could only get inside without running into anyone, he might be able to put off the bloodlust for another night or two. But it was rising fast and it was Saturday night, everyone would be out.
As he neared the front doors a small group of girls came out. Too close! Too loud! He turned to the left and made for the side of the building, praying no one would get in his way. He could feel his body changing its stance, his back arching slightly, his hands clenching and unclenching. His fangs slowly slid from his gum line, the final warning before his body was handed over to the beast of his lust. Heaven help anyone who got in his path now....
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