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Fallen Angel -
17
I no longer
lived in sunlight, preferring the serenity of night.
Angelica still insisted I choose the evening's playmate. I find
myself
eagerly looking forward to a night of debauchery with each new
victim. I
had even caught myself, once, wanting to sample the rich, sweet,
warm
blood that dripped down Angelica's chin after she had finished
with one
of her victims.
I remember asking Angelica about how vampires are made.
Wasn't she
afraid that her victims would come back as new vampires? She
simply
laughed, saying the dead ones were no threat. Rather it was
those the
vampire had bitten and still allowed to live.
So I stand out here, bidding goodbye to the woman I love.
For now I
must go, never to return. I have a long journey ahead of me
as my fallen
angel and I travel the depths of Hell. |