• Feels like ive been waiting for hours. My body is so stiff now and its hard trying not to fall asleep because my eyes are closed. Hes never coming, hes not ever going to come again. I clenched my teeth. Why do I want to see him? Hes a human, a filthy, evil human. His kind locked me up in this cell for over a month. No real food or water, no blankets, no anything. They just leave me here to rot to death. I imagined the humans dancing and laughing when they find me dead in my cell. Seeing tears of joy on their cruel faces, it sickens me. A thought struck me. I should kill him. Yes, kill the boy when I catch him. I'll drain his blood then eat his raw meat and lick his bare bones.
    I heard footsteps far off. They were getting closer and closer, I could feel the rhythm of thumps on the floor. Its him. I'll do it when he opens the lock on the bars.
    click
    He opened it, I know he did. He was rustling around, trying to be as quiet as he could. A warm feeling radiated from him.
    "shes asleep" he whispered. A few minutes past and not once did he get close enough for me to grab him.
    Then it happened. Finally, it happened. I think he tripped because I heard him yell right before a loud thump as he hit the ground. The ground, he was right next to me, his clothe rustled agents my back for a split second. That was my chance, my only chance. I quickly turned around and grabbed his ankles. I didnt know what his reaction was like because I still had my eyes shut tight, but I know he didnt scream. He didnt try to get away or tried to punch me off him. There was a big silence, nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him. He had scruffy brown hair. He wore a red thin jacket over a yellow shirt, and had on black shorts and brown shoes. He was very close to my age. And he, in fact, fainted. Here he is, right in front of me, all wiped out.
    I tightened my grip. Now, i'll do it now. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up towards me. He kept sliding off to the side so I wrapped my arms around him to keep him still. His head fell forward and was now resting on my right shoulder. His hair tickled my neck and my cheek, it felt funny, so warm and funny. I shook my head, just ignore it. I opened my mouth, ready to bare my fangs into his neck.
    Now!

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