A ceiling fan spins slowly, in a dark, dingy single-room dwelling. A little light peers through a window, covered in blankets, illuminating the area ever so slightly. Within this room, clothes, fast food papers, and packaging trash are scattered everywhere. It’s messy, unkept, like a whirlwind came in and flipped the whole place upside down. Some of the kitchen counter is grimy and stained with a green and yellowish residue, accompanied by a few flies buzzing around picking at the vomit. On one side of the room, against the wall, there is something like a bedside table covered in a blanket. Although the cloth is standing, its purpose is not to cover the table, but whatever objects that rest on it. Across, on the other side of the room, there lays a bed, and on that bed, a cheaply made simple wooden coffin.

  Daniel lies within it, wearing nothing more than a dirty and cheap thin white T-shirt and black underwear. He rests his head on the side of it, miserably gnawing at the wood with baby tears. The entire left side of the casket has these small, little indents that his canines produced. His fangs still had, but now fleeting, growing pains and aches. They came in waves and it was currently within its high tide. Daniel lets out a small groan and rolls over, holding his mouth. “Agrrr” again he thinks, “What's worse, What's worse? Killing a man? Or being hungry? Or having tooth pains!?” He fumbles around on his side, telling himself he's an idiot for even asking. He rolls about a bit more, and an hour passes. The coffin he had his brother make for him is rather sung and comfortable, fitted with warm blankets all around the inside, making it more like a crib, a hiding hole if anything. Another hour passes, he's laughing, giggling to himself about happier memories. Some more time passes, and he stares up to the ceiling, contemplating about his family and friend’s, what their fates would be in the end. Another hour passes with laughing, thinking, doubting and conviction. He lifts his head up again to gnaw at the wall of the coffin, looking off to the side and not partially at anything, speaking to himself. “Food, hehe. Food. I wonder if I cut myself open, and insert the food right into my stomach.. Would I be able to bypass the allergic reaction..? Hehehe, I would probably just vomit it all out.. How funny.” He looks over to the other side of the room, avoiding the covered table across from him. A twisted smile spreads cheek to cheek, as his voice is still muffled by gnawing on the wood. “Hehehe, allergic to everything.. How funny, hahaha.” Saliva runs down the wood, his jaw clamping down on it, his fangs sunk in easily due to the softness and moisture of the degrading material. “Man, *giggles* the wood tastes like, *giggles* so good right now..” He then looks at the table…

  In this moment, he stops chewing, and stares blankly at the covering, unblinking, unflinching, and the covering looks back. Worry, slowly but surely, stings itself up his cold graven back. It slithered its way up his pale skin, then through his neck, reaching his face. His eyes dilate sharply, he grits his teeth intensely, and he begins to whine and breathe faster and faster. The covering is unflinching in its conviction, whatever it holds under its veil, Daniel is deathly afraid of whatever it. He can't take it anymore, it starts as a slow exhale, then slowly gains more breath and volume, until he is shaking in TOTAL outrage screaming, “I… DIDN'T.. DO IT!!!”

  He stands to his feet screaming, tearing his shirt apart top to down. “I DIDN'T DO IT! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! HE’S ALIVE! I KNOW HE IS!!” He falls over in a limp and insane manner, as if to bow, as though his bones and joints were loose and dolling about. Outrage extended to his hands, slamming his balled up fists into the floor over and over again, damaging his floorboards with every strike, “HE’S NOT DEAD!- HE’S NOT DEAD! I DIDN’T KILL HIM!!” He slams his fist one last time, cracking the wood and splintering his hands, tears in his eyes and a look of anger, “How do you expect me to deal with this..? How could you have let this happen? Where are you? Why have you abandoned me, why?” He is engulfed into another outburst of rage, punching and wailing down on the floor, cracking and smashing it in, bits and pieces flying everywhere. “RRAAHHHHH!!” His fists bloody, bruised and splintered, then after he’s put a sizable hole into the floor, he stops for a moment to take it all in. The hole he smashed in is smeared and covered with his known blood, his breathing hard and heavy, as he looked down intently at the dripping fluid. But it wasn’t enough…

  Then, with his wrath, he gets up and runs over to his rancid smelling fridge, squatting down and placing his hands under it, and with a little struggle, gruntingly lifts it up off the ground, resting it on his chest. Then with tremendous stress and power, he lifts it over his head, pulling it out of the wall outlet, the rotting and molded ecosystem of “food” tumbling about inside. He looks over to his wall, that on the other side would be the outdoors, “GRAAHHH!! I’ll do it! I'll DO IT!!” He slowly shifts over, each step and hold being compressed down by the weight bulking fridge. Just before he’s facing the wall, he takes a step back, ready to send a tank right though the wall causing severe property damage, maybe even bringing down the floor above him, but he didn’t care anymore, he’s been overdue on rent and stopped coming into work, this place is starting to mean nothing to him. “RRGUH!-” Then his cellphone starts ringing.

  “Huh?” He glances over to where his bed is, being surprised. No one has called him in days, he thinks as the phone continues to ring. *BEEP-BEEP-BEEP* Dainel’s head tilts in curiosity, like a child's first time seeing a butterfly dance in the wind, full of wonder as to who it may be. *BEEP-BEEP-BEEP* Blood is leaking down from his bruised hands, and although he did not feel it, holding up his 100 pound fridge was putting stress on his injuries. He looks over to the vacant spot where his fridge should be, “Oh, right.” Then drops the giant metal container to the ground, causing an explosive rumble that could be felt throughout all the other townhouses. Daniel breathes a sign of relief as he walks over to his phone, picking it up with his bloody hands and looking down at it. Then becoming almost despondent, “Ugh..” It was his good buddy Hunter, although he viewed him as less than a ‘good’ friend and more of ‘pain in my ass’ friend. He answers the phone, “Hello?”

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  “Hello?! Is that the way you answer a friend?” Answers Hunter,

  “Ah- Right, sorry man, it’s been a while.”

  “Yeah you’re damn right it’s been a while! Where’s you been man? We all miss you!”

  “Aghh, yeah sorry, I’ve been like, super under the weather right now-”

  “For a whole week?! Come on man, it's been like forever since you’ve gone out with us! Everyone's been asking, ‘Where's the big man?’ ‘Where’s the life of the party?’ Well, everyone except your brother. Heh!”

  “Oh right, Luke, yeah how's he been?”

  “Ugh, you know, same cynical bastard as always. But Charlie's been wondering where you’ve been too! Come on bro, the four amigos at it again! What do you say? There's going to be a costume party happening tonight by the beach side. You should totally come!”

  “Yeah about that.. I think I'm kinda done with the whole partying thing, sorry..”

  “Dude. what!?-”

  “Plus, isn't it a little early for a costume party? that's kinda a halloween thing dont you think?”

  “No-No-No-No! Come on man, this is ridiculous!”

  Daniel goes to lay down in his coffin, shutting the door.

  “Yeah, I know, I hate to be a bummer but, it is what it is.”

  “But- … why does your voice sound like that?”

  He opens the coffin. Growing indifferent to the conversation at hand.

  “Whatever, I'm just not going, I'm sure we could hang out some other time.”

  “But dude, there's going to be chicks, drinks and everything! I know you love that stuff.. What's gotten into you..? Heh, You wouldn't want me to.. come on over there? Would you?”

  Daniel's whole body tenses as he jolts upright,

  “NO! You're not coming to my house!”

  He looks around frantically at the absolute mess that is his disgusting house, Hunter continues,

  “Well, well, well someone's defensive today. I just wanted to stop by with the gang and say hi! What's wrong? Do you hate us now, the ones who were there for you, when you were at your lowest!!? Because if your not coming tonight, hehehe, your leaving me no choice-”

  “OK! I’ll go!.. Just don't come here, not right now. Please…”

  “That’s what I'm talking about! <3”

  Daniel facepalms in retaliation of his panicked blunder, going to a party packed with giant moving blood bags, let alone all of them wanting to be around him, was the single dumbest idea he had since the girl. He reluctantly asked, “Ok.. What time tonight?” Hunter responds cheerfully, “Technically nine-thirty but knowing us, ten! See you there hotshot!” Daniel hangs up the phone, letting out a long groan and sighs. Falling back into his casket and looking up at the ceiling, contemplating what he just did and what is going to happen in the next five hours. He rubs his head, brushing his now blood dried hands, then stopping at the realization of something… He brought his hands to his face, looking at them intently. “I’ve. never thought of it…”

  He goes to sniff his hand, and immediately he is repulsed into a gagging disgust. The smell was indescribable, something like a rotting carcass and coal liquidation byproduct, covering his nose with his elbow. It was sharp and stung his nose, making him tear up. He goes to smell it again, “*Sniff-* *Cough* Urgh.. *Sniff* *Sniff*...” After he sniffed some more, the smell began to become tolerable, and now, there was only one thing Daniel wanted to do more than ever… He poked it with his tongue, at first hesitant because it tasted the way it smelled… He poked at it again. Then let the smelly blood sit on his tongue, even the taste stung and tingled. Waiting for a moment… Then he began to lick his hand, again and again, uncontrollably, swallowing his own blood; and when he noticed that he did not choke, his throat letting it flow though freely, no clamping or squeezing. He was overjoyed. He began to shove his hand into his mouth, sucking and slobbering all over it trying to get as much of his own blood into his mouth. His eyes rolled back as he moaned, this was the greatest feeling ever, so great he forgot how sharp his fangs were, accidentally nicking his fresh scabs letting more of the bitter sulphuric gore spill. It wasn’t sweet, but intoxicatingly repugnant; the most he ever had in days, crying from how satisfying it was. There was so much he started using his tongue in a perverted manner, he moaned again as its extended length moving in and between his fingers, wrapping around them tightly, stroking them up and down voraciously. Then giving long streaks to his palms and their backsides, tickling his wrist, and cleaning his forearms the way a cat would. Nothing would go to waist…

  When he was finished he burped, and his hands smelled of stink and saliva. If it wasn't for his rapid healing, he would have kept going. He wipes his mouth with his forearm, finally his thirst has been quenched, at least for the moment. Happy that something was in his belly, “Heh, I don't know how many times I can do this, but.. It'll do for now. Maybe this party thing won't be so bad after all..” He gets out of his coffin standing up right, and begins stretching. First starting with an upwards facing dog, then going upwards into the camel pose, letting out a loud raspy groan as his joints cracked. In addition he went into an exaggerated child's pose, next leaping into an even more exaggerated downward dog. Then taking one foot and putting it far adjacent to the other, and in this standing split his hips were a degree inwards, making his waist and torso curve outwards; his forearms rested on the floor while his hands clawed the floor. His muscles were more defined than ever, his whole body was chiseled. Then quickly rising upright with a sinister smile that went cheek to cheek, hitting an explosive cross body stretch, flexing his entire body, “Oh-Oh Yeah!! Feeling much better now!”