"What in hell's name where you thinking?!" I screamed at Garret as he sat down on a couch. "Sure! I can understand the fact that you were thirsty and that your a newborn, but this? Running away from me and then going out and kill innocent people? Even you have more humanity in you than that!" I could feel my temperature rising, but who was I to judge?

I had been just like Garret. In the same place. Being screamed at because I just loved blood. I was an addict. Blood was my drug and I just had to have it or I would go on a rampage, but as time passed, sense finally came to me. I knew it was bad and I began to control myself.

"Look, I just want you to control yourself. I know you're blood crazed, but if you ever run away again and kill someone, just remember that they're humans too. That's all," I looked down and just walked back to my room.

The room I had all to myself was fairly big. It was fit for at least 3 people. It seemed like a suite. I kept it tidy and neat, but I always seemed to get lonley. Sure, I had friends that would stay over and have sleep overs, but even then, I felt lonley. I've just wanted something to share with someone. It was just a longing.

Was I getting homesick? Not likely. I just didn't know what to do, but was around 7 at night when I heard a knock at my door. In an instant I was there answering it.

"Garret," I said.

"Hazel," he said quietly. "I don't know what to do." he said.

"Come on in." I invited. "There are things we need to talk about."

The End

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