CRIMSON AND FUR
‘’I know this is kind of what you get advised against – following random strangers to empty parking lots, but – if you can take the word of a stranger, I’ll never hurt you.
I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the tension and nervous energy drain, and in it’s place, I felt an exhaustion too intense for words, a hunger only pain could describe. I was a vampire, I need to feed.
I could hear his voice threading in and out of my consciousness. He was saying something about his childhood, or his first day at work, I wasn’t sure. He kept saying something about being young, young. That word – he must have used it like twenty times, it became a hammer, hammering at my skull. Young .