It was nighttime. The moon shone brightly in the sky. I was walking on the pavement. At first, I thought I was alone, but after some time, I heard the sound of shoes. I raised my head and saw a woman walking in front of me. She was wearing a long skirt and shirt. She was walking very slowly. I kept walking behind her. Suddenly, I started feeling the blood pumping in her veins. I could smell blood from a distance. As I was walking behind her, suddenly a man appeared in front of me. I look at him.

Hey, do you have any problems?" He asked. I was only looking at him. He asks me angrily. How long have I been seeing you chasing this woman?"

I pushed him with my right hand. He goes and bangs against the wall. And I start walking towards the front. I do not see the woman in front of me. The man grabs my right hand, and I turn my face towards him. He is wearing sunglasses. I thought it was odd, but then I saw my reflection in the glasses. I bared my teeth and bit the man on the neck. I got scared. I suddenly opened my eyes, and I found myself at the bus station.

A man was standing in front of me. He was looking at me with surprise. "I was trying to wake you for fifteen minutes. You are a deep sleeper. I think you do not know that" the man said. I looked at him with a smile. I rose to my feet, grabbed my bag, and walked off the bus. I stand under the bus shelter. I take a deep breath and look around. Then I sat on the bench. I take out the journal from my bag. I started writing in the journal.

"Day 519, my craving for blood is getting intense. I struggled with blood lust. I even had a strange dream that I was drinking some guy's blood. I got so angry when he grabbed my hand. The blood started boiling in my veins." While I was writing, I saw a shadow in front of me.

Then a teenage boy came to me. He looks sixteen years old. A short and averagely built white-skinned teenage boy with knowing brown eyes, a large nose, narrow lips, and large ears. He has curly, dark blonde hair and a strange bruise on his right ear.

A nosy teenage boy is obsessed with rap music. He looks surprisingly calm. He either comes from a poor family or is a homeless kid. On Fridays, he likes to look for somewhere better to live.

"Sir, are you looking for a place to stay because I know a reasonable place where you can stay?" the young, teenage boy said. I look at him. "What did you want in exchange?" I asked. I raise my eyebrows and start staring at him. He looks down at the ground, then looks up at me. I just want you to feed me. "Okay. First, you take me to a restaurant, and then you take me to a place where I can stay as a tenant," I replied. He is pleased to hear that and takes my bag from my hand.

"My name is Darius Barnett. You can call me Darius," he said. I was quietly listening to him. I was not paying attention to him. I was thinking about the dream I had. It was not a dream. It was a nightmare. "So, Darius shakes me, holding my right hand. I am talking to you. We have reached our first destination." I looked at him and said nothing. After this, he went into the restaurant. It was a big restaurant.

To my surprise, it was two o'clock at night, but people were still eating food at the restaurant. I also follow Darius inside and sit at a table in the corner. Darius sat next to me. Meanwhile, a woman comes over to us with a notepad in her hand.

A tall and statuesque caramel-skinned woman with grey eyes, large lips, large ears, a rounded jaw, and puffy cheeks She has wavy, medium-brown hair layered with grape dye and wears clothes that are slightly too big.

Anne Hunt is a posh woman. Physically, she is built like an elegant lamp. Her biggest fear is getting bitten by a tiger. She is striving to redeem herself after committing fraud. She is the waiter at the restaurant.

I look at her. "Hmm. I would like to place my order. I mean, I would like to eat whatever you are serving tonight," I said. She said nothing. She gave Darius grumpy looks and spoke. Darius: " I want to talk to you. Darius gets to his feet and follows her to the counter. I was staring at them. They talk for a minute, and Darius comes over to me. I have spoken to the owner of the apartment. She is ready to rent her apartment.

He picks up my luggage. As soon as we were leaving the restaurant, I bumped into a girl at the door of the restaurant. Short and stocky with white skin, she has a threatening feel about her.

She has tired, narrow brown eyes, a square jaw, and neat eyebrows. She has long, fine, medium-blonde hair. She has long arms, a heavy torso with no chest muscle tone, large hands, and short legs. She often wears clean, plain clothes.

She looks at me. She has a picture in her hand. Sorry, I was thinking something; I did not see you. I said nothing. I was just staring at her. She started speaking again. "Have you seen her?" she asked while showing me a picture in her hand.

Sorry, I just arrived in town, which is why I cannot help you," I said. Hmmm... She looked down at the floor. Well, if you see her around town, just let me know. By the way, my name is Bella Norton. Her name is Andria," Bella said.

After this, she goes inside. I was just staring at her from the doorway. Darius coughs to get my attention. Then I looked at him.

Can we go?" Darius asked.

Then I said yes with an eye gesture.

Afterwards, we leave the restaurant and start walking towards the apartment. A few minutes later, we arrived at the apartment. Darius left me at the apartment and went to the restaurant. I close the door behind me. As I was looking around, I saw the bed, and I walked up to it and laid on it.

I felt the bed so soft that I did not know when I fell asleep. I was woken up by Darius. When I opened my eyes, it was already night. I get off the bed and go to the bathroom. I wash my face with water.

I gaze at my watch. It is 6 p.m. "Oh, I am getting late. I look at Darius. Do you know the direction of the local police station?" I asked while walking out of the apartment. Darius looks at me in astonishment. Darius stops me. "We should eat first before going to the police station," Darius said.

I yelled. No, I am getting late. I must reach the police station soon. You call a taxi. If the police station is near, we walk. I spoke. Darius runs up to me. "We don't need to call a taxi. I have a motorcycle. We go over that," he said. I take a deep breath. "So, what are you waiting for?" I spoke.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the police station. As we arrived at the police station, I saw some police officers who were ready to leave in two mobile cars. While I was standing there assessing the situation, one police officer came to me in a black suit. Ashwin Kay Scott is a detective who finds it hard to put himself in other people's shoes. He always wears dark glasses. He comes from a middle-class family. His purpose in life is to become mayor of the town.

He has wide, brown eyes; a bulbous nose; large ears; and well-groomed eyebrows. He has elbow-length, lank brown hair. He has strong legs and slanted shoulders.

"Harland," I was waiting for you. We have homicide on our hands. I am going to the crime scene, and I want you to come with me. Darius left, and I hopped in Ashwin's car and left for the crime scene.

When I arrived, one of the police officers took us to the crime scene. We walk after him. When we went to the crime scene, I saw a man lying on the ground. He has two punctured wounds on his neck. His eyes were wide open. As Ashwin turned the face of the man to my side, the ground came out from under my feet because it was the same man I had in my dream.

I was just trying to understand how it is possible that, at the same time, I saw someone standing in the bushes.