Slowly he regained himself and looked down the alley. In the distant he saw a few men standing round a burning barrel for warmth.
Thinking only of things to make him laugh he started walking, every now and then chuckling to himself. Wherever he passed some people he saw them moving out of his way with faces filled with horror, terror and disgust. Some even cried and ran away from him as fast as they could.
He didn’t care about that, he felt he was still in control. In one alley he saw a middle aged woman, that would’ve looked quite pretty if all the dirt and grime would be washed away from her.
The urge for blood raced through him and he nearly succumbed. He staggered to a wall on the side and laughed, softly at first, but harder as he felt he got control of himself again.
The woman looked up at the sound of his laughter and her eyes turned big with fear. She kind of froze up looking at him.
He only laughed as he moved towards her, she taking a step back for every step he took forward. The battle within him raged.
‘Blood, I want blood,’ the creature inside him cried. ‘I will give you anything you want, just give me blood.’
‘No,’ he screamed. ‘I will not kill for you anymore. It ends right here and now.’
He doubled over with pain and gasped as he tried to ignore it, but that wasn’t so easy.
‘Go kill her,’ the voice cried hysterically. ‘She’s an easy prey, I will stop hurting you.’
‘No you won’t,’ he said clenching his fists so hard the long yellow nails made cuts in his palms. ‘There is your blood,’ he shouted in his mind.’
‘I need strange blood,’ the voice screamed. ‘My blood is too precious to be spilled.’
The cuts in his palm healed by themselves as he walked ever closer to the terrified woman.
‘No, I will not kill.’
He fell down as the worst pain yet assaulted him. He rolled over the ground crying as tears streamed down his cheeks. He lay still when the pain stopped, gasping for air. The woman frowned and walked towards him. He wanted to tell her she shouldn’t, but no sound came from mouth.