"Arghhhh!" Zack screamed, gazing at the Moon in the sky.
"How could I?" He bellowed, kneeling on the ground.
Bam, Bam, Bam!
He punched the ground until his fists bled. His screams and wails echoed in the silent forest. Moon's soft light didn't provide any warmth to a vampire.
He bawled in helplessness.
'I was going to drink my own sister's blood. How could I forget my family?' thought cut through his brain and kept swirling like a sharp sword. Every cut, every echo brought a deeper pain than any physical injury.
The Moon remained indifferent to the crying Vampire. Zack stopped, through his blurry vision, he stared at the incomplete Moon in the sky. And he froze.
A few moments later, he muttered, "I forgot that the monster I have become is a shackle, not a freedom. I forgot about who I really was before."
