two o’clock
in the morning
For myself I had fully determined that if I lived till the following day , I would die by my own hand . Whether my companions were still alive , I hardly cared to know ; it seemed as though days had passed since I had seen them . Night drew on , but I could not sleep for a moment . Towards two o'clock in the morning my thirst was so intense that I was unable to suppress loud cries of agony . Was there nothing that would serve to quench the fire that was burning within me ? What if instead of drinking the blood of others I were to drink my own ? It would be all unavailing , I was well aware , but scarcely had the thought crossed my mind , than I proceeded to put it into execution .