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Originally Posted by VampiricClown
In the dark corners of ones mind, all shadows twist and turn as if part of a roller coaster. Knowing this, the only thing in his mind at this time, is his lust for the foul smell of rotting flesh. As the shadows dance in his head, he concentrates only on his shaking hands and his twitching nerves, knowing that for him to be able to carry on, he must feed. Not something he wishes to do, nor has the murderous intent to do, but he must. If not for his life, then for his ever changing, sanity.
As the crisp air of a winter nights rain, splashes a cold yet refreshing glaze upon the young girls cheek, she carries on down the road, making her way back to her apartment where her newborn and husband are waiting for her to come home from work. As she arrives at the doorstep to the large, but long since remodled apartment, a faint scream and cry are coming from a room on the upper floor of the run-down structure. Ignoring the fact that the landlord wasn't in his usual rocking chair by the door, she races towards the stairs....
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The screams were getting louder as she ran up the stairs. She got up to the floor above her and ran along the corridor. Room 451. A man was just walking in. The girl sped up, intent on finding out what was happening. She pulled out her small bottle of mace and held it out with one hand. With the other, she swept her scarf of and threw desperately at the closing door.
Success! She ran forward and pulled the door open. The man! The man was in there. He ran desperately towards her. To help or kill? She did not know. Behind she glimpsed a sleak woman in the corner, smiling as she screamed. The last thing the 21 year old engaged woman, due to get married in the morning saw was a lumbering hairy beast above her. The man who had raced towards her yelled out. Darkness.
Bark awoke, sweating, tears dripping down his eyes. The night memories were returning.