My nights are fulfilling. My sweet Aidan. I visit him at nights, in his dreams and I can feel myself gaining an unbelievable strength from his essence and the feel of his flesh, sufficing my carnal needs, my humanity. I think he enjoys the pain of my talons ripping at his flesh, my fangs sinking into him. His mind is a playground for my dark pleasures. And every night, I want more.
Laura's name has been added to the long list of Fangs on the mausoleum wall. The mausoleum is slightly damaged from the hurricane but I think it adds flare to it...Im leaving it.
:::sings::: and we're ready for a new age of innocence....:::then laughs softly:::
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