My head spun as I unleashed the trapped terror in me. My face was contorted in a grimace that would scare the devil. My anger pulsed through my veins completely controlling me. I had no control over any muscles in my body. My hand clutched into a fist and flew through the air like a torpedo ready to strike its enemy. It struck the opponent and I heard the successful crunch and felt my fist break through bone. He crumpled over in agonizing pain. My face was expressionless, getting ready to strike again. My heart was relentless, pounding against my ribcage. My head was nowhere, all that was me was adrenaline. It pulsed through my veins and intertwined with my anger. Everything I did was with a purpose, every movement well thought out. I was ready to strike again.

                My hand met his ribcage and I felt another crunch as his bones caved into my impressive blow. My face was hard as stone, even when his fist met my jaw. I counter struck with a force unknown to anyone. My strength was massive and unrelenting. As my anger rose above adrenaline I felt the sting on my jaw. The pain only fueled my anger and my fist hit his side, the crunch of his bones was delightful to my ears. As my adrenaline made the pain ebb away my body reacted positively, everything I was, was  anger, adrenaline, and pure rage.

                As the bones crunched one-by-one my routine switched, now I was using my legs. My foot lashed out against his right leg, it broke beneath the blow and his scream made my heart jump with delight. My hand wound around his wrist and twisted him around as I heard the crunch in his shoulder. My leg connected with his as my fist wound around to the other side of his body. My job was almost complete. Blood was beginning to pool around us and saturate our clothes. As his leg broke I cackled in delight. I placed my hands on opposite sides of his face and broke his neck.

                I smiled a coy smile as I dug my fangs deep into my victims’ neck. The blood that cooled my mouth was what my body was aching for. I loved the rusty warm taste of blood after a night of fun hunting. I always made sure the guy was bigger than me, so he wouldn’t be on his guard. It was so easy to drain one and want more. I couldn’t satiate the hunger. The body showed signs of being drained when I heard the familiar gurgle from where I was drinking. My tongue licked my lips clean of the very last drop. I threw the body to the ground. My body slowly absorbed the blood off my body and clothes, I was energized with my new blood supply. My body shook with energy, and I began walking back to the club.