I thirst!
I Hunger!
It gnaws at me.
Pulls at me, my mind is on fire.
Through my window, I see now that the moon will soon be full.  A day or two at the most to wait.

Then will come the beasts.  The mortal men who prowl amid their madness.  Growling, baying, ripping, shredding.

I am connected to them through their blood lust.  I feel their need.  It doubles my own.

My clothes chafe.  
My skin crawls.
I need to ****.
Not hunt....****!

Yet something hold me back.  Keeping me captive in my lair.  It will not allow me to purge this keening need.
It keeps me waiting, the need to **** growing.  It is ecstasy in it's pain.

I have shut Crystal out.  I am not in control of my senses.  She smells now of food.  I will not!

Two more days at the most.
Then I feast!

~Lord Kellington