My cravings are worse than I'd thought. If I want something, I take it. I wanted more blood, so I left to go to a different tavern, as I didn't want people catching onto me.

The new tavern was quieter than the last. It had fewer people, so it was better maintained. The servers wore black dresses at this one. I knew Hex would be back to the inn soon, so I wanted to get as many women as I could. I saw a woman sitting alone, so I thought I'd make it quick. I sat next to her, trying to appear friendly.

She was blank-faced when I sat. She was a brunette with wavy hair falling to her shoulder blades. Her eyes were light hazel, almost appearing orange. She wore a long-sleeved, short white dress.

"Why'd you sit with me?" she asked in a slightly deep voice. This woman was more straightforward than I'd imagined. She looked down my body, then appeared slightly interested.

"I don't know anyone in this town, and you look beautiful," I lied, grinning.

"I'm with a friend. She'll be here soon."

"I can be here until then. So, what's your name? People call me Sin."

I figured that going by "Sin" would be better than "Sanneroal." I was trying to be direct, as my hunger was large.

"I'm Fern. Why do you go by Sin?"

I swear, humans aren't creative. A lot of names are just words that already exist. I ignored it, trying to look polite. I hate talking to humans as if they're equals.

"I'm like a sin. I'm highly pleasurable, but there are grave consequences."

I half-assed the line, but it seemed to work. People are attracted to drama and surprise, so I thought the line would spark interest. It did.

"What types of consequences?" Fern purred, batting her eyelashes. She smirked, her eyes showing arousal. I liked Fae better than this one to my astonishment. Fern was too... easy. Fae was entertaining, at the very least.

"Do you dare to find out?"

"I'm in a daring mood. Can we wait for my friend first? I should tell her that it's off."

"Sure, but I can't wait forever," I said, keeping Hex in mind.

"If she takes too long, we can leave."

"Good."

I was nervous the first time talking to a woman that wasn't a vampire, AKA Fae, but it was easy this time. I think it was due to the fact that my will was fully in it. After having blood, I needed more.

Her friend walked in soon after; a ginger woman with blue eyes. She had a brown skirt and white dress shirt on. She walked over to the table, curious of my presence.

"Who's that, Fern?"

"Listen... Can we hold this off for tomorrow?" Fern asked her friend, glancing at me. Her friend turned red-faced.

"Why?!"

Fern got up, moving next to her friend. They started whispering, but I listened in.

"He's hot. Look at him."

"You're blowing me off for a sexy tavern guy?" her friend asked, observing me with her peripherals.

"He has an accent too. It's cute."

"So, a sexy foreigner..."

"You admit he's sexy. Can you do me this favor?" Fern begged her friend, looking anxious to be with me.

"Can we hang out for a bit? We could grab some drinks."

"He seems impatient."

This argument was going nowhere, so I decided to step in. If all went well, I could get two.

"Are you both okay? I'll buy us drinks if you'd like. I can wait around and chat."

More whispering occurred.

"Will you sit down, Briar? We can get drinks, so why not?"

"Fine. I'm a little jealous of you, though. He IS hot," Briar responded, peering at me.

"Well, you'll sit with him for a while, too. Let's stop keeping him waiting."

"Fine, Fern."

The two stopped talking, sitting with me once more. Both were blushing.

"Order whatever you want. I'll just get the same," I offered, as Hex gave me a good amount of coin.

"Thanks, Sin."

"His name is Sin?" Briar asked, a weirded out expression on her face.

"It's my nickname. Are you okay with it?"

"Yeah. It's just strange."

The server came, so the two ordered for us. The server came back right after, carrying three glasses of white wine. It reminded me of Fae, so I felt a little nauseous. Her kiss was disgusting, at least when it wasn't filled with succulent blood. The wine was placed in front of me, and I stared at it. I didn't really find it good, so I was hesitating to drink.

"Are you okay with the drink? Briar and I usually get this," Fern explained, worrying about me.

"Yeah. I was just looking at it."

I stopped staring, drinking it. I didn't like it, so I downed it in one go. The two stared at me as if I was weird. I don't think I was supposed to chug it.

"Are you really into alcohol? You drank that quickly," Fern questioned, staring with concern. Briar was silent, as she was gawking at my upper body.

"No, the opposite. I don't want to be rude, so I drank it."

"You didn't have to. Anyway, can you tell me about yourself, Sin?"

I didn't want to tell Fern, and the silent Briar, the truth, so I thought I'd make up a story.

"I'm a traveler. I don't really have a purpose, so I'm trying to search for one. I have a younger brother who annoys me occasionally. I'm okay with it, though. How about you two?"

Fern was the one to speak up. It seemed like Briar was embarrassed.

"I'm a teacher. I have a few children in town that I teach. I go to their houses a few days each week," Fern explained, smiling at the thought of teaching. Briar decided to speak up next.

"I work with animals. I'm a farmer. I have to feed them, clean them, and bring them to butchers. Typical work."

I found it ironic that I had the opportunity to eat a farmer. They have a life of sending animals off to become food, and Briar would be my food, if all went well. It's funny when someone changes roles.

"I see. It sounds like the two of you have busy jobs."

"Yeah. Children can be stressful to handle. That's why I'm here," Fern told, drinking from her glass.

"Do the two of you want to follow me out? I have a room."

They stared at me as if I just arrived. I started feeling awkward, as I suddenly seemed like a crazy person.

"There are two of us," Briar commented, which was rare. She really should've spoken more...

"I'm fine with two. More would be better, but oh well."

I didn't think it was strange to have multiple partners. Male vampire nobles are known to have harems, so it didn't appear odd to me. I have a few different types of women I like, so I'm definitely going to have one. That, and I really like women.

"Can Briar and I speak in private?"

"Yes," I replied, smiling. The two stood up, walking little ways away. I listened in on them, once again.

"I'm not the only one thinking this is strange, am I, Fern?"

"Maybe polygamy is normal where he's from," Fern suggested, glancing at me.

"What do we do? I mean... He is..."

"Muscular?"

"I was thinking perfect. I didn't think long hair worked on males, but it definitely can," Briar said, deeply infatuated.

"Do you want to take his offer? We're friends. Besides, we can both pretend it was by ourselves. He's a traveler, anyway."

"I think I'll feel too large of a regret if I don't accept."

"It's settled, then."

I was relieved to hear that both of them were willing. I thought I'd have to go to another tavern, after. I pretended that I hadn't listened in, looking at the table. They came back, sitting beside each other.

"Briar and I accept," Fern declared, blushing at me.

"Let's get going, then."

Briar and Fern followed me, both gawking at my appearance. I didn't like the fact that humans were infatuated by me, but I was cocky about my looks. It was dark out, but I could see easily. I maneuvered around the streets before realizing something; I didn't want two more corpses in our room.

I saw an empty alleyway, so I figured I could quickly kill them there. My fangs longed to come out, and they started slipping for me to pull them back up. They seemed nervous about going in, but I wrapped my arms around both of their backs. It comforted them AND would prevent them from running.

When we entered, I looked around to make sure no one was near. After checking, I forcefully pushed them together, sticking one fang in each. They were close enough where I could bite into both at the same time. It happened so quickly that they couldn't react. Their bodies became paralyzed, so I dropped them on the ground.

I sighed, as it was trouble to get to this point. I kneeled down, picking up Briar's body. She smelled better, so I wanted her blood while it was warm. I bit into her neck, all of my teeth cutting the flesh. I was warmed as I drank, my senses in pure glee. The blood was savory, the great texture grazing my tongue. I couldn't stop drinking, only ending when it was all gone. I cast her body away, reaching for Fern.

Fern didn't look or smell as good, but she was still to my liking. She was already deceased, but still partially warm. I chomped hard, blood squirting out. Her crimson was a little too irony, but the sweetness made it okay. It had a bit of a thin consistency, which made it go down quickly. I like it slightly thicker, though. I cleaned her out, putting the corpse on her friend. I licked the blood from my face, then stuck my fangs back in.

I was feeling sick. I drank too much, but it was amazing. The bloated feeling made me worry about gaining weight. I drank too much in too little time. I hadn't eaten this quantity for a while. Close, but not quite. I looked down, my stomach sticking out a bit. My mind was racing, annoyed by myself, yet satisfied at the same time.

In my worry, I didn't notice a human coming by. She was in a long dark green dress with short sleeves. Her hair was blond, falling slightly lower than my own. She spotted me, so she walked over.

"Why are you on th... VAM-"

Since I was on the ground, I bit her on the leg to stop her yelling. I wasn't interested in drinking anymore, so I carried her soon-to-be corpse to the inn. Once inside, I placed her in a corner. I'd feed off her later. Hex wasn't back yet, so I lay on the floor. I was exhausted from all of the activity.

I was trying to relax, but when I heard myself digesting, I freaked out. I remembered how much blood I had, so images of a fatter me filled my mind. It grossed me out, so I started becoming hysterical. I can't stand the thought of being chubby. I never want to lose my good looks and slightly muscular frame. I'd rather die.

I began to frantically exercise. I was on the ground, starting to do push-ups. I moved one of my arms behind my back, trying to make it tougher. Sweat beaded on my body, so I removed all of my clothes. I was growing tired, but I continued my pace.

While working out, Hex came into the room, a girl his age slung on his shoulder. She was in a small white dress, laces on it. Hex's small fang marks were on her neck beside her brown hair. He placed the corpse onto the floor, staring at me with pity.

"What are you doing?" Hex asked, looking down at me.

"Exercising," I replied. I was almost breathless, but I still spoke.

"Did you eat too much? You overreact in these situations... How much did you drink? A corpse is in the corner, so is that the one you drank from? Did you drink most of her blood?"

I was too focused on my exercising to grow angry at his comments. I wasn't overreacting. I didn't want flab.

"No, I didn't drink from that one at all."

"How much did you have?" Hex questioned, very concerned.

"Three."

"Of what?"

"Three bodies. I sucked the blood dry from three women. There wasn't any left when I was done."

Hex stared at me with sorrow. He was obviously amazed at how bad my addiction was and pitiful for how I handled it.

"Where are you fitting all of that?! How can your body do that?! I only had a quarter of my victim, and she's a child!"

"I don't know how I can drink so much, as it just happens. I was thirsty... I'm still thirsty," I groaned, tired of exercising. Exercise always makes me parched. I continued, anyway.

"Don't drink anymore! Maybe you SHOULD work that off... I swear, your fanatics with your body are the only thing keeping you fit..."

"Don't you think I know that I should work it off?! That's why I'm down here!"

"I'm going to put my corpse by yours. You... You just continue doing what you're doing," Hex told, staring at me with disbelief.

"I'm planning on it."

Hex moved over to the other corpse, placing his beside it. He started examining the other one, then started laughing.

"What the hell kind of bite mark is that?! It's hilarious!"

"What's so funny about it?" I growled, annoyed.

"You punctured her with more than just your fangs! Who eats like that?!"

"I do... It creates more holes to suck blood from..."

"I guess for a glutton, that's a good thing. You want as much blood as you can get in as little time as possible," Hex mocked, laughing extremely hard.

"I can't help it. It's too good. I want more..."

I started looking over to the spare corpse but shook my head to distract myself. I wanted more, but I knew I shouldn't. I wasn't hungry, but my cravings were getting the better of me. Hex stared at me with disbelief.

"Are you seriously considering eating more?! Did you forget why you're exercising?! Now that I look at you, your stomach is bloated... Hehaha. At least no one will bother you now! I know you hate most people!"

My head turned hot, anger spreading. Hex was laughing at me, tears falling from his eyes.

"And WHY won't anyone bother me?" I snarled, scowling.

"They won't want to go near you! Hahahaha. You eat like a pig, and, now, you'll look like one!"

"Do you want to fight?! I would take you down! I look fine..."

"You look semi-decent now, but wait while you keep up these habits! You better keep exercising, or it'll all go to your gut! I won't respect you if you incapacitate yourself! Hehehe. I'm already imagining a scenario where you lose something in yourself, piggy!" Hex mocked, unable to stop chuckling. My head was so hot that I felt like my brain would burst out the top of my skull.

"If your respect for me ever dwindles, I promise that I'll cut off all of your toes from each foot! I won't let myself get like that..."

"I'm SURE you'll let yourself get like that! You have sloth and gluttony! Terrible combination!"

"I may have those two, but I also have lust! I won't let my body go because of it..."

"Great... Sexual desires are keeping you thin... I'm sleeping! You should keep at this, pig. Hehaha," Hex exclaimed, hyper from his laughing.

"I'll try not to choke you while you sleep..."

"I doubt you'll stand up to come kill me. Too much effort! You might as well sleep on the floor when you're finished exercising, piggy! Oink, oink!"

"Don't talk to your older brother like that! I'm not a freaking pig! Take that idea and shove it up your ass!" I shouted, though breathless from exercise. My body was burning hot, especially my head.

"Why shove it up my ass, when I can shove it in your folds after a month, piggy!"

"I won't have freaking folds! Maybe I should force you to eat! Then I could laugh at YOUR body! I wonder if a vampire your age could drink from five people in one sitting! I can't know unless I drive your fangs into flesh and make you gulp until it's dry five times consecutively!"

Hex stopped laughing, cringing at the thought of being forced to eat.

"Fine. I'll leave you alone, but I'm trying to make a point. You shouldn't eat as much as you have been the last few years. This isn't healthy. Try moving down to one body a day, at the very least. I'll help you out."

"I don't see why I can't drink as much as I want... I manage to keep the weight off," I grumbled, drooling at the thought of blood.

"It's affecting your body negatively. Blood is good, but it's not a good enough thing where you should do this to yourself."

"It's sweet and creamy, though."

"You should eat to live, not the other way around. If people disappear this quickly, we're sure to be caught," Hex explained, pitying me.

"If eating is pleasurable, why not live to do it? The whole point of life is self-gain and pleasure."

"There are more pleasures... Food shouldn't be the main one... It's a pleasure that leads to self-harm when indulged in large quantities."

"Fine. I'll eat less. I'll just take my time so the taste will stay in my mouth for longer," I said, angry with it. I figured I could at least try what Hex suggested.

"Good. Now I'll call you Sin, again. Piggy was a little harsh. I'll make sure you eat in moderation now. Don't dare drink while I'm sleeping."

"I won't... I'll be doing this for a few more hours, then I'll sleep."

"Yeah. Don't overwork yourself. You might throw up, and the enamel on teeth gets worn when that happens."

"I'm not an idiot. I've done this for years," I replied, starting to block out my surroundings.

"I'm sure you know what you're doing. Goodnight."

"Same to you."

Hex went to sleep, snoring loudly. I continued to do push-ups, never wanting to stop. Hex's words were messing with my head, causing me to regret eating as much as I had and making me feel as if I already was obese. I went on for hours, even after the sun came back up.