CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•|

The brazen music that threatened to strip the building off its foundation faded into the back of my mind when I waltzed out of the bar, pushing my head backwards—more like I was trying to push my hunger to the back of my mind and dabble in something that could distract me.

But then, I knew it was only a matter of time before I allowed it to take over me, wield me and use me as a weapon. It was very ironic how I was trying to keep it together, yet I couldn't resist grabbing a drink in a confined bar that crawled with weak humans, baring their necks to me and beckoning at me with the thought of having just a bite.

It was hard to stay sane in such a loud environment where I drowned in the rhythm of the heartbeats of adrenaline-pumped humans that I wanted more than nothing than to rip their skin off with my fangs and drain them of every drop of their blood.

The moon soaked the quiet streets of Nocturneville with its glow, illuminating every inch of the vast surro