I was walking down the street.
The night was warm.
The sky was clear.
No one was out
But Myself and a drunk stumbling down the streets.
As it aproached.
I saw it was a man.
I could smell the spirits on his breath.
My stomach growled.
My fangs lengthend.
I was thirsty.
And he would be my next meal.
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