A Handbook for Visitors to Oxford (1875)

Can a drug be invented that can drain the soul of a human? A pain shot through him. He curled into a ball and held still until the pain subsided. He could feel the cold sweat trickle down the side of his nose. He hated the pain. When would it be over? When could he drink? The pain stopped. He felt his body relax. The pains were getting closer. He knew he would be feeding soon. Elliot closed his eyes. Yes, there was a presence in the room with him, but not someone he could see. Who was this person? Soon he would find out and get rid of her. Her. Yes, the presence was a female. When he was well, he would search for her. Then drain her soul. He laughed. What a wonderful drug he possessed. He would get even with the ones who told him no.