Literature
The Moonbeam Saga: House of Mirrors Chapter 3
Moonbeam We couldn’t seem to get back to the motel fast enough, though why is still a mystery. It’s not like we had some pressing details to iron out or anything. Bobby slumped down and sat on the foot of the bed while loosening his tie in a haze. “Bobby, are you alright?” I questioned, concerned. He didn’t answer. He stared off into space blankly. I waved my hand in front of his face. “Bobby?” Nothing. I snapped my fingers several times. “Are you with me?” I asked. Still no response. Then, suddenly, maddening thirst hit me like a battering ram. I needed blood. I needed it badly. I felt starved. Truth is, I was starved. Why did this take so long to hit me? And so suddenly? “Bobby, I need to feed. The thirst finally hit me and it’s bad.” I announced. Bobby continued to stare blankly off into space. “Baby, aren’t you hungry?” I asked. Still nothing. I stood there with my throat burning madly, yet I took the time to try and rouse him so he could hunt with me. He was
