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Valintyne stood above the small, sickly bird that had just fallen at his feet. It twitched and shook violently at first, but it slowed to a stop within minutes. The sight of the bird made him think back to his father's similar venture...how he lay in bed, shaking as such. He turned away and scoffed.
Something inside him, however, urged him to turn back around and look at the bird. He picked it up and held it in his hand. The bird's wings were fragile and they still blew with the passing breeze. Valintyne let out a sigh and placed the bird gently in his pocket.
He took the bird back to his home just outside Barton and dug a small hole beside the steps. He placed the bird there and immediately felt some kind of joy mixed with a feeling of strange. He never got to know his father that well, he just saw him during his last few days. He couldn't talk back to him, but he knew that his father had heard every word he had said.
He went inside and took a drink from his soda. Bitter. Everything was bitter after his transformation occured. He sighed and tried to cry. He couldn't even do that anymore. Valintyne looked down at his hand and noticed a speck of blood. Was...he crying? Alas! He cried! 'But it was tears of blood', he thought to himself. 'People will ridicule me eternally!', he thought.
He felt a hunger rising in his stomach. Did this mean he was...ready to feed? It was his first time feeling this way and...strangely enough, he welcomed this feeling. Maybe feeding would give him a reason to live now. He had no family and seldom did people befriend him. He readied his fangs and unsheathed his long nails. He was ready to attack. Ready to make his first victim.
Something inside him, however, urged him to turn back around and look at the bird. He picked it up and held it in his hand. The bird's wings were fragile and they still blew with the passing breeze. Valintyne let out a sigh and placed the bird gently in his pocket.
He took the bird back to his home just outside Barton and dug a small hole beside the steps. He placed the bird there and immediately felt some kind of joy mixed with a feeling of strange. He never got to know his father that well, he just saw him during his last few days. He couldn't talk back to him, but he knew that his father had heard every word he had said.
He went inside and took a drink from his soda. Bitter. Everything was bitter after his transformation occured. He sighed and tried to cry. He couldn't even do that anymore. Valintyne looked down at his hand and noticed a speck of blood. Was...he crying? Alas! He cried! 'But it was tears of blood', he thought to himself. 'People will ridicule me eternally!', he thought.
He felt a hunger rising in his stomach. Did this mean he was...ready to feed? It was his first time feeling this way and...strangely enough, he welcomed this feeling. Maybe feeding would give him a reason to live now. He had no family and seldom did people befriend him. He readied his fangs and unsheathed his long nails. He was ready to attack. Ready to make his first victim.
