His eyes opened up, looking at the stars shinning on the dark sky and at the white halo of the moon above him. Confused, he tried to stand up, but a sharp pain in his neck kept him in place, lying on his back on the soft grass. Hot pain was spreading into his body from his neck, draining all of his strength. He drew his hand to his neck, feeling the wound under his fingertips. Two holes into the meat of his throat, like two sharp fangs have pierced it ferociously.

Suddenly, everything became clear. An enormous rage overwhelmed him, pulsing through every fiber of his exhausted body, strengthening him. The anger he was feeling gave him the power to stand up. He looked around. He was into the courtyard of the castle, which was towering the landscape with its impressive silhouette. He knew he wasn't inside anymore. He archived his goal, to get out of the castle, by using him. Nobody was using him for anything.

He brushed a purple lock of hair off his face, clenching his fist. He was going to find him. And; his lips twisted into a mischievous smirk, revealing a pair of white, sharp fangs; he was going to pay.

His fist smashed into the thick stone wall of the castle. He was so going to pay for what he's done.

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His lip curved into a satisfied smirk as he threw the fragile body of the dead girl on the floor. Human blood always tasted so good to him, but now, that he was free, it tasted even better. He licked his crimson lips slowly, wiping away the blood dripping on his chin with the back of his pale hand.

Freedom is one of the most precious things in life, and now he could enjoy it at most. He has waited for too long trapped between the walls of the castle, now it was the time to break out.

"Hey you!" somebody shouted. He turned around to see an Officer Jenny pointing a nightstick at him. Behind her was teething the large, slender silhouette of an Arcanine. He stared at them for several minutes. "Put your hands above your head." She said in an authoritative tone, waving her nightstick at him. He smirked, not bothering to hide his sharp teeth and began to approach her slowly. She startled.

"Arcanine, flamethrower." She ordered the huge fire dog. Fear was lingering in her voice, which made him smile even wider. He enjoyed so much their fear, the tension. Flames shot out of the dog's mouth, but when they faded away, he was still there. The fire couldn't harm him. Nothing could harm him now.

A scream cut through the quietude of the night as the nightstick fell on the pavement, rolling to the ledge. The Arcanine barked once or twice, then jumped onto the pavement and disappeared in the night. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand; his habit. How good it felt to be free!

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"Torchic! Torchic!" With his eyes still closed tightly, Mihai waved his hand around him, trying to chase away that damned Torchic. The small chicken climbed on his belly, nibbling at his shirt. He stood up, overthrowing the chicken, which fell on the floor on its back, its legs up in the air.

"Torchic?" With his arm covering his eyes, Mihai groped for his coat. After all these years working with the peasants on the field and helping them, he still had some problems with the light in the morning. He never wanted to become what he was now, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He threw his coat on his shoulders and began searching for his boots, when the voice of the broadcaster stopped him: 'People who found the girl and Officer Jenny said that both of them had a wound on their necks, which looked like bite. Could they be victim of a Crobat attack? The Police is still making investigations.'

Mihai froze with one of his boots in his hand. He knew it was him who attacked Officer Jenny and the girl. He must be stopped. And he knew exactly the person who could stop him.

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