Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

Today, what brought him to his unverse with nothing but the smell of dirty laundry, and a mold-growing over due popcorn, was Mr Hart's pounce on his door. "Brat!" Mr Hart wasn't one with a silver tongue, a quality Adrian secretly admired. He had always loved those who bites back when bitten, without holding back a muscle. "Your rent is due, and it has been more than two weeks now!" When he got no response, he could only pour out his morning frustrations at the door, in fury. "I know you are in there, I can smell your wretchedness. I'll be back tomorrow, you better be home with my money."

Guilt gnaws at my mind for being glad that it wasn't me that was taken, but I'm too scared to die. Once the young man is out of the cell, he's dropped to the floor. Our captor bends down to the young man, forcing his head to the side. The orange-eyed man opens his mouth, revealing two long fangs. He bites down on the young man's neck, causing him to scream out in pain. Even with the cloth in his mouth, the young man's scream still pierces my ears.