So... that trashy Irish pub where I drained the life out of that woman? Yeah, it had cameras, as in I'm fucked.
Or...not? I was? I don't know, it's hard to explain...it was like the compulsion the vampire's did in the vampire diaries?
But not?
I don't know.
It's strange.
I have all these new abilities and a craving for something I shouldn't crave.
I hate this.
I wish someone would just put me out of my misery. If only.