Morning ReWrite:

He couldn’t get enough, he drank and drank, each drop touching a part of him he had lost.

He bathed in the warm glow of it, but knew he had to leave, fast. He felt someone coming, someone stronger. He looked ahead and saw a thick fog, that chilled him from hundreds of feet away. It wasn’t a cold fog, but it was what would emerge from it that stirred him. He didn’t have time to move her body, he just run off to the park across the the street, hiding in the big oaks, peering from between the bushes hoping it would pass him. He was still high on Lana’s blood so his senses were heightened he felt pins go up his spine. The fog followed him, he was surrounded in its thick gray mist. He felt a hand grab him by the neck and push him up against an old oak.

“Time to go where you belong,” a man’s voice said.