Green-Tirisfal

It was late Tuesday night, or perhaps early Wednesday morning. Conrad didn't have a watch. He pounded heavily against the sidewalk in a jog, absentmindedly running his tongue along his new fangs. He had been unable to sleep that night. The hunger had been worse than ever. Conrad delayed his feeding as long as he could, but he was starving. He had to eat eventually, he rationalized. He broke into a run when he reached the alleyway. Banging open his door he found Worth draped over his desk, playing with a slinky. Late as it was, he was still awake. He wasn't even working on anything, which was unsurprising but still managed to piss Conrad off