"Leave me alone."

The door crashed shut by force of his misery. Nights like these, that spilled blood from the moon, were the worst. He shuddered heavily and fell into brooding, locking himself under the staircase. He would pound at the walls, his rage compounded by thirst and vengeance. His screams clung to the walls and dripped down to soak the carpets. He was in love, but the dark side of him was getting the better and he locked himself in more often now; this hollow heart cringed at the sight of her, a flash of his craving flooding into his mind, a river starting at her neck. He fell apart and on his knees. The monster had taken over and he was compelled to answer the call, his eyes clouding with nostalgic memories of appetite.