As I approached the party, the hunger flickered in my stomach. It was weak enough to control, but for how long? Would I have to feed every time I came to a party? I shuffled into the small apartment, seething with energy. None of my friends were here, it was a different group of people. No one would recognize me, later…

I began dancing almost immediately, without bothering with alcohol. I hadn’t liked it before, and now I could only drink it filtered through someone else’s blood. I rubbed against a young man, flirted a little, and moved on. The hunger wasn’t increasing, which was a good sign.

I danced until 2 AM before it really began to take hold of me, laughing and joking with people I didn’t know, people I would never see again. The shadowy rooms of the place provided excellent opportunities for sinning, which many people decided to take advantage of. I just laughed it off with a newfound friend, Isabel, no worries. She was starting to grow on me.

Around 3, everything began to change for the worse.