CHARLES BARRETT
I was obviously happy to be out of prison, but I hated that I had been broken out by a bunch of disgusting bloodsuckers. They actually thought that I would be an ally to them. They were truly brainless. I had spent my whole life hunting and killing monsters like them, I didn’t plan on stopping just because I had been turned into a werewolf. I hated what they had done to me, but I had decided to use it to my advantage. Besides, it could be worse, I could have been turned into a vampire. The idea of having to drink blood made me want to vomit. For now, I would play along with these walking corpses, but as soon as the chance presented itself, I would kill them all.
The vampires took me to what I assumed was their home. It was a huge, grey stone building in the middle of no
