Oh no. I couldn’t feed from a junkie, dear. I prefer my blood clean. He thought I was his forever love. Well, that was until I moved away for a short time period. He knew of my passion for the arts. I loved his music; he was quite talented and handsome. I believe I loved him but not enough to turn him into a monster.
Ah, makes sense. You aren’t a monster, you know that, right? Your species, like my bloodline, do not dictate who we are. It is actions that make the monster.
Most of my kind are monsters, that are the very bane of my existence. Just like what is happening in this town.












