The creature who took my soul away from me was a monster. An imagination you wish to only be in stories. He was a Vampire, and with the demon teeth he bore in his mouth, he changed my existence to that of his own.
Perhaps, he was scared. Maybe, coming across me was the last thing on his mind, but when he did he had the notion not to simply kill me. Whatever changed his mind that night, I feel I should be grateful for it. I'm not, though. I should be, yes, but I can't. I'm an evil being now. Damned to walk on this earth and take the lives of innocents. It's not fair, to me, to them.
As soon as the words can come t my lips, I will mean them.
Kill Me Now.