I knew that in this realm I was human, knew that I was different. I wished though it transcended to the reality realm. However not the blood needing part.
Things moved in the forest, banshees wailed, unfamiliar creatures gathered in the bushes and along the ground.
It made no sense, not for one of my kind.
What kind?
The night should have welcomed me-soothed me. Enfolded me in its rich blanket of peace.
The night had always belonged to me-to my kind. Information should have flooded me with each breath I took into my body, but instead my mind played tricks, saw things that couldn't be there.
I could hear a dark symphony of voices calling to me, the sounds swelling in volume until my head pounded with moans and pitiful cries.
The spider legs are next.
I passed to myself, right before I felt it.
