old habits never die
« Thread started on: Apr 20th, 2008, 10:52am »
Dr. Seward rushed into the tavern. Ignoring the sign that read that it was closed. His eyes raced around the Tavern. Nobody was even in the tavern. He quickly shook off the feeling of how strange it was. As he rushed behind the bar. Grabbing a random bottle of alcohal taking the cap off with his hand and then drinking the liquid down quickly. Like sweet nectar it flowed down his throat. It even began to spill on his clothes. He diddnt mind anything to rid him of his cursed lust for blood.