Saturday, May 5, 2012


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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