Snippet #1553418

"How was your day, Sara?" Demetri said, sobering up as soon as Sarabeth aknowledged him. He wasn't drunk, it was just a show because no human could drink as much Demetri could and still be sober. He noticed her looking at him. It brought a smile to his face. He wanted to hold Sara in his arms. It hurt him deep inside. Demetri's inner demon sprung out when the sound of shattering glass hit his eardrums and then bleeding. It had been a long day and he was starving. His eyesite began to blurr and his body was now moving under instincts. Hopefully, someone is paying attention was the last thought that hit his mind before he was encased in darkness.