I don't even know what brought me here. The moors are known as a cursed place. Awaiting night fall knowing I must feed. Tortured by the souls of those I have bled dry. Awaiting night fall knowing I must feed. This is not how it was supposed to be my dear. And I'll rip your fucking throat out just to watch it bleed. And I'll tear your fucking heart out to sedate the blood lust inside of my. O no it's happened again. Hands are soaked in someone else's blood. I must be locked away so that I can never kill again. You will never be safe as long as I am free. I can't allow something like this to happen to you. Breathe in slow try to relieve the pain. My bones are cracking and my skin is on fire. Breathe in slow, try to fight the desire, and my appetite for human flesh. You are all cattle and I am the hunter. You are all my prey this curse will never be undone. The beast within is ripping his way out, I cannot contain it for long. And now I am aware of what brought me here. The curse must be stopped, the blood line severed. Can she end this night of carnage? Can she live knowing she killed the one she loved?
