Tyrol
returned home early, before the others. His mom had taught him to ‘eat your
fill and no more’. “Those guys are just gorging!” Tyrol thought, “Blood is
delicious but how much can you drink before the body starts to expel it? Waste
of blood.” he concluded. His mother would probably have agreed. She had passed
unto death before he was turned immortal. If not for that, he’d probably have
her by his side right now.
Tyrol
retreated to the upper floor. He liked to see the outside, have a view. “These
other guys, they’re just... assholes... maybe that’s what happens after a few
decades? We all become assholes...” He put the thought aside, pulled the
curtain open and looked out. It was still dark. Nothing to do... No one on the
street... Tyrol sensed the others arriving. He closed the curtain and turned to
lie on his bedding.
“A TV set
would be kind of cool!” he thought.
(To Be Continued.)
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