I have never desired a human before.

In all my thousand years, I have never wanted a human companion. What was the point? They were only good for one thing – two at the most – and there was always a ready supply. There was no need to have just one on hand when I could have twenty.

But god help me, I want her.

She has invaded my very being, stealing whatever it is that makes me wish she were mine. My heart perhaps? This sickening human feeling distresses me. What good could come of this? She would only make me vulnerable, make me commit stupid acts of vampire rebellion. I am no Bill Compton. I will not fall on my stake for the love of a woman, human or otherwise.

Bill Compton.

There's a name I have come to loathe. I would tear him to shreds and scatter the pieces if I thought it would help matters. But that would hardly get me into her good graces.

Damn him for having her, for bringing her into my life. Damn her for making me long for softness. For making me yearn for something human.

For making me yearn.

I gave all of that up years ago, and she makes me wish I hadn't. She makes me wish I had maintained some human traits.

She may be Bill's, but I swear that I will possess her. Body and soul.

And soon.