Mmm...I found a small farm not far from here. Poor blessed cows. I felt sorry for them as I drained them of their lifeforce. One by one, until three of them lay dead. Blood of bovines is not very good, or so my instinct says....it craves ones of humans but I cannot attack my own kind...even if I am not one any more.
How complicated this is. Hughes is convinced I am positively batty since I have such a huge aversion to light. He cannot be closer to the truth. And he looks so tasty...I must give him garlic or something; I refuse to attack him out of desperation. Hm. Vain was able to transform into a bat...however, I cannot. Tis strange.
I am content for now but I worry for when I become hungry again.