Darla's POV
I feel it. I feel his hungry. His power. I knew I made the right chose for turning him. He kill his family without a care in the world. He had inborn flair for killing. He made his father eat his mother's heart. Their screams were like music. Then we dance.
He has no fear He has no sense of shame He will not stop until everybody everywhere wants to know his name
My eyes marvel how much little Susan's blood was on the floor. How his older brother was hang from a hook. I heard another scream. It was from his rich brother-in-law.
He knows if he ever even gets the chance he'd sell his soul he to make the monster dance they can't hurt you unless you let them
I was amazed. He exits the room. He look like a god. His eyes were still yellow. We kissed. I still could taste the blood of his family. I feel his passion and processive.
loopy says he sure does like the good life yes he knows all those women who scheme are just pretty pictures in the pretty machine
I just moan. I push him away. "We have other things to do tonight, my Angelus." I said. I took his hand as we step around the corpses. I hear no sound. Not even a dog's barking. We walked toward the town. The same town I turn him.
He knows if ever even gets to try he will bite down hard to make the monster cry he knows if he ever even get the chance he'd sell his soul to make the monster dance they can't hurt you unless you let them
Sun was going to raise soon. We took shelter in a local inn. "Tommorrow, we go to Europe to meet the master." I said as spin around the room. Then I turn to him. "But there are only things we can do tonight." I said. I kiss him with my demon strenght.
I will say it again