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He tripped, causing his knees to come crashing to the ground and mash into the gravel at his feet. Cringing, he got back up and brushed himself off. He sighed and looked behind him. He had been walking for hours by now. He suddenly remembered more, as if it had been waiting for him to fully accept what happened.

He remembered screaming at his father.

"Father, stop! You'll kill her if you drink! Go find someone else!" But his father was far past help. His eyes were full of blood lust as he plunged his teeth into the boy's mother's neck. She gasped, and asked him to stop. Begged him to stop. She slowly stopped strugling and was dropped to the floor.

"Father... why?" the boy asked, gasping for air in shock. He turned slowly towards his son and his eyes rolled back into his head. He twitched involunatily and lunged for his son. The boy put out an arm to guard himself, and his father bit down on that arm. There was a terrible scream- then darkness.

That's all he could remember.

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Lizzy: If you would like me to continue, just say so. I don't know if I will, but I'll certainly think about it. (I wrote these because the idea just poped into my head, so it all depends on if it happens again or not. Sorry, and thank you for reading. )