Monday, July 7, 2014
I will always remember the moment that my brother died. I watched the monster suck the blood and life out of him until he became pale and colorless. I remember the way it let his blood drip down its chin as if the only family member I had left was some sort of measly meal. I remember the way it tore his bloody heart out and tossed it aside, and then walked away like nothing had even happened. In that moment, I knew I wanted revenge. Ever since then, I had a goal. I wanted to end the vampire race.