He shivered, hating himself for every drop of blood that passed his lips. He wondered if the creature that made him this way felt any regret. Finally, the rat completely drained, he set the lifeless corpse on the cobblestone. A single tear of remorse in taking the life rolled down his face, blue, void of oxygen, then slowly turning red as it went. He hadn’t taken a human life in years.

Then, without warning, a silver sword flashed through the night, decapitating the vampire. A man in a long black duster stood behind the corpse, grinning triumphantly for killing the monster. He kicked the body aside, knowing but not caring that the vampire hadn’t taken a human life in over two hundred years.

From my perch, high above the city, I watched my mates killer stroll away, crying for not having been there in time to save him. I couldn’t help but wonder; Who was the real monster here?