Finding Foster
I find myself staring at a motionless body that is laying across my cold kitchen floor. As I bend down for what seems like the seventh time now, absolutely horror fills every fiber of my being. As with the previous six times, there is still not even the weakest of pulse on her. Did I just kill a woman? Or rather say suck her dry, for she does look an awful lot pale than she did before.
The craving I had burning inside me took over my body and completely consumed me, I wanted to take as much as I could take from her. I was determined not to stop until every ounce of that craving was satisfied. But now it seems that I have taken a bit more than just her blood from her. What on earth do I do now with a dead body in my kitchen?
My first instinct is to phone Zoe, but once again as earlier tonight, there is a dead silence that meets me on the other side. My only other option is to phone Ethan.
"Hey, Ethan."
"Hey Foster. You already looking for thirds?"