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I sla the ered to the bathroo deeply and staring at myself in the mirror

I looked paler than I’d ever seen reen eyes looked darker sohter and sharper in color

Not , they had dulled

It was as if a haze hadmyself with my own reflection

I ducked my head over the sink and splashed cold water ontomyself with a towel

I’ll feel better if I can just hold out a few days

Maybe this is so to do with my mixed blood, and I just need more time to adjust than others

I repeated this hope to myself in my head over and over as I resuation board caughtthe shore

No

I slowed the sub it round in the opposite direction, headed back toward the open sea

I tried to push aside thoughts of the hu the beach, their sweet blood so easily accessible beneath their swi about it only er inin a pool of blood on our living room floor was still fresh into kill again, I wasn’t sure that I could take another afteruilt

And I feared that, if I allowed ht never learn to accept aniht be possible to train my body

If I starved it to such an extent that it would consu I put into reassure s would work out

That I wouldn’t spend the last of my days alone in this submarine

That I would learn to stomach animal blood

But as the hours passed, I found hts

The only thing I could think about was the hu the nearby beach

Until finally my body took on a life of its own

My brain shut down, and instinct took over

I felt barely even conscious as my hands reached for the controls and turned the vessel back toward the shore

The next few hours were a blur

I was only vaguely aware of the sun burning into my skin as I beached on the shore

My senses were too overwhels, and then the hot rush of blood gushing downto pullthat existed in the world at that mo through th so great that I th that I could barely contain