There were three things he knew for sure. Everything else was a blur.
The first thing he knew was that his name was Noah Church, and that the last birthday he remembered celebrating was his tenth.
The second thing he knew was that his family was dead.
The third thing he knew was that he was a monster. A blood-drinking, night-crawling, straight-out-of-a-horror-movie monster.
He didn't remember how he became a monster- that part was among the other blurred details of his life. He was fairly certain he wasn't born a monster, but not entirely positive. All he knew was that he was one.
But as he found himself standing in front of a veternary clinic, knocking on the door, he discovered something else about himself that he didn't know before.
He liked animals.
The lady who opened the door looked down at him, appearing surprised. She had red hair, grey eyes, and started to smile after he stared at her for a little bit.
"Hello there," she told him. "Can I help you?"
It was the first voice he had heard in nearly a year, and the realization of this froze his tongue in his mouth. "I... I... um..."