Charles was acting.. strange lately, He stopped coming out of his tent in the mornings, Only ever coming out at night, Which caused his skin to be paler.

Today he was just gone. Nowhere to be seen. You’d go out of camp wondering where he is, And you’d see him.

He was in the dark forest, hungrily biting into an innocent mans neck for blood, That innocent man was dead too, Not squirming or pushing away. Or even moving at that.

Charles is a vampire..