I slowly rose to my feet. My eyes that were full of tears for my beloved mother were now dry and filled with hate and anger. I was weak and had a hole in my chest about the size of a coin. Somehow I managed to dart forward and with one movement, I grabbed the man who had thrown the torch on my mother. With great force and purpose, I went straight for the jugular, sinking my fangs into his neck. The force caused his blood to jump out of his vein. Immediately, I began to drink. The taste was unreal. It was like nothing I had ever had before; I savored every drop. "I can see now, Father, why you to love it so much." He paused to look at his father and brother. "I noticed with each drop of blood I consumed, the hole in my chest began to close until it was gone. I drank from one human to the other until I had drunk every one of the townsmen, their wives, and children. I saved the man who had stabbed me in the heart for last. I enjoyed him the most."