Matthew SantosMatthew woke with a jolt. The smell of blood filled the room and coated Matthews arms causing him to freak. What happened last night? Pulling himself up and on to his feet from the floor, Matthew stared down at his bed. Kristen, a girl that use to work at the club and seemed to enjoy one night stands with Matthew, lay dead on the bed. "Crap." How was he going to fix this? There was no fixing this. He had fed too much on her and want fully savage. Her blood was splattered along the wall, the floor, and the furniture. He went too far. With a flash Matthew went into the bathroom. Gripping the sides of the bathroom counter, Matthew breathed heavily. This was not like him. What happened last night? Kristen looked petrified; parts of her were torn apart. It was like he let his humanity go last night. Clean it up. The darkness inside of Matthew seemed to order him. And he did just so, grabbing a bucket he began to fill it full of hot water. While that happened he stripped his bed of the covers and folded Kristen in his sheets. Flashing her down to the basement, Matthew took one last look at his bartender before going running upstairs and cleaning his room. He was still in deep shit. This nightmare of a life started seven years ago, Matthew had just turned sixteen and he began craving the blood of his fellow classmates, the lady at the super market, his best friend... Ashera. He craved her blood most of all. Something about it seemed to be so alluring, special. He would do anything to get his fangs sunk into her skin, but he never crossed that line thanks to his humanity. God knew he wanted to though, there were plenty of times that he had a chance, but backed down from it. He was scared of himself. Now he knew why. He was a monster. After cleaning both himself and the room up, Matthew dressed himself in dark clothing as if he was in mourning. Truth is, he was in mourning, Matthew had known Kristen for many years now and knew much about her. Like the fact Ashera and Kristen hated each other and yet Matthew was clueless on that matter. He figured it was because he spent significant time with both girls. Grabbing his keys, he walked out to the rain of another April day. Matthew didn't mind the rain, in fact in rejoiced in it. The rain meant he wouldn't feel like he was suffocating the entire day he spent outside. Sure he had a day light ring, but it never removed the feeling of being strangled from him. Sometimes Matthew thinks its just because the witch who gifted him with the ring really resented him. Reaching his car, Matthew got in and placed the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and Matthew pulled away from the curb. It was about nine in the morning, a basic morning for a night club owner, Matthew needed to go to Myth to work on some accounting matters with his accountant. No the best morning, but Ashera was supposed to meet him there and he really needed something to get his mind off of murdering someone. No. Not someone, Kristen. He really wasn't prepared for the title wave of missing person alerts or investigation. Hopefully if Matthew was lucky enough Kristen would be passed off as a animal attack. Little would the cops know he was that animal. It didn't take long before Matthew pulled into the Myth parking lot. He snagged a spot by the door and cut the engine before getting out and locking his car behind him. Entering the club, Matthew flashed that award winning smile of his at one of the many waitresses. Many of the females in the club seemed to swoon over Matthew and he enjoyed it. The babe pool was much larger. Each one of the girls felt as if they were special, but really Matthew only cared about the performance they had in the club. Business always came first when it came to his club. Walking up a stairway, Matthew entered his office and smiled at Oscar, his accountant. "Hello, Oscar. I see you were an early bird today..." ~~~ The meeting seemed to last forever and take up much of Matthew's valuable time. It was boring to sit and listen to Oscar announce that he needed to bring in more clients. Which was true, but Matthew cared little for that. Once Oscar left, Matthew relaxed and stared out the window out at Black Ridge.