Roxie's Story
New York,NY
May 28,2010
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Damon's POV
Twenty-six years, twenty-six years today that I last saw or spoke to her. But it has been thirty from the time that I met her.
Late one night in the summer of 1980 I was walking out of a bar with my meal and entertainment for the evening. On my way home I saw a girl about sixteen stumbling out of the building I lived in. I didn't give it much thought until I saw her doing it the next day, and then the next day. Day after day she would stumble through the building. Until about a month later she never came. By then I guess you could say I was fascinated by the teenager and had a habit of watching her leave every day. I don't know if it was to make sure she was safe or if I had grown obsessed with her, but for some reason I had to know she was safe.
Searching for her is how it started but when I couldn't find her I became frantic. I must have looked in every room on my floor until… I smelt it. Blood. There was no way I could be sure it was her blood. But somehow inside of me I just knew. I followed the smell of blood and saw her. The girl who I watched for months, the ones whose name I didn't even know, stuffed in a corner, bleeding on the side of her head. Quickly I fed her my blood and brought her to my flat. Putting her in one of my shirts I lay her on my bed. Walking in my room early the next morning I saw she had awakened. She asked for my name and I told her. I asked her name to which she replied Roxie, just Roxie.