"Someone call the police!" Yelled out someone from the crowd.

With that, a bomb was set off as the whole world was released from its frozen state. As everyone rushed around. The club dividing into 3 groups. The first group were the ones bound in fear rus.h.i.+ng out of all the exits trying to escape the club. The second one was the ones with weak hearts and couldn't even put in the effort to run as the stood in utter terror and the last were the ones trying to help with hearts filled with courage. The three groups ran about in utter chaos as each of them tried to complete their goal of escaping or aiding the man. No one had given the man standing over him a second look as he stood there shocked.

(I need to get out of here) Jason was in a panic. His mind raced as revelation after revelation struck him. He raced out of the club in a panic. Fear clouding his mind as he ignored the shouts of his friends and the bouncer as he raced past them with his speed. Jason disappeared off into the alley. He collapsed into a heap on the ground as rain pounded down from the sky coming down into sheets of thick rain as if eager to wash away the blood of this night and the stain on this world that was Jason. It was only now when he saw in his friend's eyes the reflection of him did he finally get it. He finally saw what kind of monster he had become. It was only when he saw their fear at the sight of him covered in another's blood did it all hit him. He was a monster now. Jason had never been dense or cold-blooded. He would have never overlooked the changes in his body nor the fact that he had drained a young woman of blood and left her there for deaths embrace. It had simply never felt real. It was all a joke to him as if he was having a particularly long dream. After all, vampires shouldn't exist couldn't exist. It had never seemed real to him so it never had impacted him. It was as if he had just seen an extremely realistic film or he was seeing someone commit the acts before him. But now it had finally hit him. He realized that it wasn't another man that had drained the woman of blood or knocked that man senseless. It was HIM. It was JASON. He had personally done those terrible things and had not even felt a shred of remorse. The wall in his mind had broken and everything that had happened to him recently flooded into his mind. As he could clearly feel in every memory that it was himself that had committed those acts. It wasn't a film it wasn't someone else. It was him he had torn that girl's life apart because of a moment of bloodthirst. He had overreacted and beaten a man b.l.o.o.d.y because he had laid a hand on a girl he had just met. He had smashed the pair that broke into his home into the ground. He stared at his hands and all he could see was the blood that had stained it. He sobbed from the pain of the guilt that had just struck him. The rain that was coming down disguised his tears as it ran down his cheeks onto his palms as if the mixture of tear and rain could wash the sanguine blood off of his hands.