i get myself psyched up first, chanting to myself in my room. then i put on my walkman, a hooded sweatshirt and a brand new pair of gloves. i'm careful to avoid seeing anyone as i leave the building; it's late and there's very few people around. i walk casually over to the drinks machine just outside the union shop. i buy a coke, and drink it sitting on the steps outside the bar listening to the noise coming from inside union house. there are a few people around, but no one takes any notice of me. why should they? i make a point of putting my coke can in one of the recycling bins outside the bar when i finish drinking and then leave. as i go i even say hello to one of the porters, who nods casually in my direction. i then walk down to the sainsbury centre and head down towards the lake. it's cold tonight. there isn't a cloud in the sky, and it's a full moon. i'm a werewolf, i tell myself. a fucking rabid werewolf, ready to eat flesh. but this is just a joke: my way of relieving the tension that's pounding through my veins like burning liquid. underfoot, the ground is hard. the only noise is the distant music coming from norfolk terrace, the light from the windows slightly illuminating the sky. i prowl the lake, waiting, ready to seize the first opportunity that may arise. i crave flesh, i want to see terror in her eyes, hear her beg me, plead with me, all the time knowing it's fruitless. here i am waiting.