Being in the room with her seemed to make feel the death that she had never gotten. Her life seemed empty and meaningless, yet at the same time she was had a lust for life that seemed to overwhelm everything. I knew that if she gained her full strength she could not be kept at bay. Her hunger surpassed anything that I felt in the whole of my existence. Her face reminded me of a girl long since forgotten. I had become more confused of why I had chosen her and why I took her here. Her innocence of humanity was gone. Her eyes seduced me into giving in to the hunger she felt. Her soul lingered on her body. What had I done? Who could I trust with the knowledge of her existence? She was so open that I felt her. I had never sired another; maybe this is what it was like. To feel everything of your creation, including their pain. She slept after the blood. The thought of what I had done seemed enough to awaken the wound in my arm. I let my blood run down onto the floor of the hallway as I moved into my living room. Ambrosia colored walls looked pleasant in the dark room. The cold wood for furniture seemed so be even colder at I felt her pain. I felt more alone as she felt. Why is the only thing that seemed to keep my thoughts going. She had never been meant to live. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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