I, Strahd: Memoirs of a Vampire: Ravenloft The Covenant

by P.N. Elrod

He’s hungrier than you’ve ever been in all your life. Every moment he’s in there it becomes worse. It’s as if one great cat is clawing at his belly to get in and a second is inside him clawing to get out. He’ll be doubled over by the pain of it, but nothing will help him. He’ll gnaw on his own flesh, drink his own blood, but nothing will help him. He’ll scream and beg and burn his tongue calling on the names of the gods, but nothing will help him. He’ll beat his head on the stone, hoping to kill himself, but will fail. Only the hunger will kill him. It will consume him like a slow fire consumes the wax of a candle.” Her voice was steady and soft. “How long will it take?” “A month.”