My maker was a dark figure who had almost lost any humanity she had left. Her feelings for me were both love and obsession. Yes, I do believe she loved me in her own way, and perhaps for the first few decades we were together, I loved her too. But at the end, I could not tolerate our killing sprees, forcing innocents to watch us make love while they bled to death. Hopefully, after Sookie killed her, Lorena finally found peace. Perhaps had I been human and lived the centuries before we met...
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