Andor.
He shrugged and continued to pee. At this point, I was already enraged, and the moment I felt a drop of his pee touch me, I grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall.
He tried to escape my grip to no avail. I put him against the wall and began to drain him of his blood. He screamed and begged for his life, but it was too late. I drained him of the blood and three his body on the floor.
My hunger was still bad, but it was much more bearable because of his little sacrifice. I turned away from his body and found Dafe behind me. He was staring at the body on the floor with his mouth wide open. I did not know how long he had been standing there, nor did I know what he had seen.
He approached me cautiously and asked. "When did you start drinking blood? You are a werewolf. Did you get turned?"
"Since I was turned into a vampire," I replied.
