The last thing I remember before passing out was I was drunk and I had just feed on a women who helped me out and another dude who I acted like was my father.
I had picked up the habit from my father, that whenever someone said anything mean to me or I just was feeling crappy that I would feed. At least I could transfer my pain to someone and try to drown it out by feasting.
I probably feed on five people last night, when Alaric told me how I acted just as dangerous as my dad. My dad of course didn't want me to act like he did, but I couldn't help it. Whisky help me drown my pain.
I didn't even realized it, but I was back at the school lying in bed. I tried to sit up but I just groan because I was having the worst hangover. My head was pounding, I was dizzy and I was very nauseous.
