There has been a drastic change in my life.

A curse that should follow me through all eternity.  A curse uttered in anger by one who now cowers before me. The freedom in my grasp to cause fear in her eyes is intoxication, itself.  One of the living dead. Anyone who would love me would die.  A curse she cannot lift.  Or will not.  She knew she would be the first victim of her own curse, if she tells the truth.  Fulfilling that was a rare moment to be savored.  Killing a human would be a tragedy.  Killing Angelique was divine.

But the killing will not end. There is another aspect to my new state of being.   And the only recourse before me is to end my existence.

A savage death is soon to be reported in the village.



One Comment on “411”

  1. mrsgreenhands May 29, 2013 at 1:04 am #

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