Chris was having a small crisis, he had not felt himself for some time. His emotions had been distant, dulled. He was currently looking at some pickpocket in his twenties feeling hunger, that made him feel like he should feel sick. Yet he felt himself edging forward eying the man's neck.

He paused, to consider. How had his death affected him.

How did having a non living body affect him?

Well one thing would be the lack of chemical signals in the brain. His flesh may not be decaying, yet it was not alive. This would account for his dulled emotions and more logical way of thinking. Yet he was still thinking, therefore his brain was operating at some level.

So where did his desire come from, had his very mind been altered. Was he even still himself. How long had it been since he thought about his mother. He just felt a faint sadness when he thought about her. This worried him, to think that his personality had been changed, was he still him.

Chris clenched his fist, it was not even hard enough to draw blood weak as he was.

What was he willing to do to survive. Did he want revenge badly enough against someone who he thought had tortured him. No, he was just making up a purpose, a reason he wanted to live.

He knew at this moment he could let himself waste away, again. Like in the dark void last time he died he had a choice. To live or pass from this world.

He chose with his actions, no one in this world was perfect. He may not have a purpose now but he would give himself one. He was far from the pinnacle of magic. His abilities could be compared to 4th maby 5th tier mages, yet they were common as far and powerful mages were concerned.

He would make his path, to reach the pinnacle of magic. He had the knowledge, he just needed more power. Perhaps this man in front of him could provide it. Perhaps he had changed, he was no longer scared. He did not know how he had changed into what he was, but he would have to embrace it.

Chris reached towards the man being held by Velona, gripping the man's arms. The fear was palpable on his face, sweat soaked his dark hair and beaded on his forehead. He was skinny, but not overly so, he must have only just fallen on hard times.

Chris bared his fangs and slowly, delicately sank them into the man's neck. He was expecting a fountain of blood to spurt into his mouth, but barley tricke came out. He wiggled his head widening the wounds and heard the man cry out.

The little blood that had spilled into his mouth tasted sweet, savory and many other good flavors. Not like the bland food hea had tried. He retracted his mouth and went higher on the man's neck biting over and over trying to find a vein.

Eventually he found the vein after mauling the man's throat for over a minute, it was a bloody affair yet Chris found himself not minding. It was like shoving his face in a pot of honey, sweet and filling.

The man had stopped screaming when he fainted.

Chrsi felt the blood flow down his throat filling his insides and fekt strength flow through him as his stomach grew warm.

He stood blood dripping from his mouth and smiled. He knew not whether he was in the right or the wrong, but he did like that taste.