It was a dark night, a quiet night. Much like any other night. I left my lair to feast on Hrothgar's men. I was so hungry, something inside of me told me to turn back, but I couldn't. My hunger pain took over.
             I crept up slowly and silenty to the mead hall where I spotted my prey. Again I felt this urging sense to turn around and go home, but I ignored it. I picked out my victim. I grabbed him up off of the floor swiftly and gnawed on his limp body. As I reached for my next meal his arm moved and he came alive. It was Beowulf he fought furiously. I was frightened. I imagined him having wings sprouting from his back. I then reminded myself that he was only human. He fought so hard. And I began to become scared, for this human was like none other. He really put up a fight.
             I wanted to go home, I wanted my mother. We fought and fought, and soon I heard the cheering of the crowd yelling louder and louder, it was overwhelming BEOWULF! BEOWULF! FIGHT FIGHT! KILL THE BEAST! They were all against me. They wanted their Beowulf to hurt me. I just wanted to go home, I wanted it to be over. Beowulf was so powerful, I tried to pull away and run home but I slipped in a puddle of blood and was knocked down. Beowulf gained the upper hand and we wrestled. He had a grip on my arm that was unbelievable. He twisted and pulled until to my horror her ripped it right off of my body. I was in so much pain. The only other pain I ever felt was being too hungry. Why were these men so evil
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