He floundered under the black cloak of the night like his overcoat, trying to cover his whole body so that no one would recognize him, unconcerned about anything but his next meal, but nevertheless he had a look of boredom; He knows that the blood that he will sip in a little while will only belong to a drunk or a homeless person, it tastes disgusting and reminds him of the thing he always tries to deny, reminds him that he is a monstrosity and is nothing but a parasite that lives on sucking human blood and making him hate himself more day after day.

He passed through some back streets and then rolled into the narrow alleys and stopped abruptly when his nose caught that smell, a very distinct smell that made his eyes burn red and then his mind followed the source of the smell involuntarily as if he was lost and out of control

"Oh my God," he whispered, trying to control himself, clenching his hands and fangs when he realized he was almost in front of the source of the smell.

It came from an old-fashioned apartment building, specifically from a lighted room in it

He stayed in front of the building for a short time and then tried to leave but his instinct refused to wait

Several more minutes passed but his eyes still glowed with a color that betrayed his capable instinct

He tried to hide his face with his long brown hair because anyone who saw him would be suspicious of him

Notice the room light, which went out." Finally, he muttered and climbed the building until he reached the desired room.

The smell gets deeper and deeper and as soon as he gets to the room his eyes are completely red and his fangs come out ready to pounce on his smelling prey but he was dumbfounded when he saw a baby girl around six to eight months old sleeping innocently in a small bed

"Damn it," he muttered softly to himself, trying to stifle his instinct that told him not to care and pounce on it, but he gathered himself and moved away to leave where he came from.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you for three hours, man!" His friend Jason's voice met him as soon as he sat down next to him in one of the old-fashioned nightclubs they used to meet,1

"None of your business," he answered nonchalantly, "one vodka," told the waiter

"Drink it and we'll go, dawn is near," Jason told him as he was about to turn his finger in the vodka glass until he finally said, "Have you..have you tried this before? I mean you smell different blood and it attracts you in a way more powerful than any you've ever smelled before?" His eyes are fixed on the cup in front of him4

"No, I didn't feel, but how different?" Jason replied

"Special," he added, then closed his eyes because they almost glowed red as soon as he remembered

How did it taste?" Jason asked after the topic sparked his curiosity

"Let's go." He ignored his question and got up from his chair on his way out, so the other got up and followed him

"Your brother is looking for you Harry," Jason muttered as they walked

"Damn it, I don't care," he replied with a little anger

"I still don't understand why you reject his idea? He wants to build a big army to protect the vampires from the werewolves! Don't you notice how much they multiply, man?" Jason added, while silence met him on the other side, and he quickly justified, "What's the difference between us and him? We kill humans while drinking their blood, but he Turn them into vampires to join our army."

"The difference is that he turns an innocent person into a murderer, forcing him to a life he did not choose and he will not love," he cried after his patience had run out.

"I will not take part in this crime as long as I live, and I will only go to Watson on my dead body," he continued, after he regained his composure and the tone of indifference returned to his voice again.

Jason was about to speak but the other one got ahead of him

"You know what? I don't want to continue this damned conversation." He threw his words, moved quickly, and disappeared from Jason's line of vision.

He arrived at his secret hideout a quarter of an hour before dawn

"Watson Watson Watson! Damn Watson, he ruined my life and still wants to destroy the lives of so many innocents," he cried angrily and threw his coat on the sofa.

"Hey, Rachel," the old sweet-shop owner greeted her as soon as she entered

"Hello, Mr. Mark," she said with a smile

"How is your daughter?" asked the old man gently