Flashes of sharp teeth and a hunger so intoxicating I can't breathe. Rose petals floating in swirling pools of blood hardly distinguishable in the haze of deep red. Anger, decades of it, entwined with adventure and excitement, places I could never imagine. Where am I? Who do these memories belong to?

A book full of crushed, dried flowers, lavender and dragon snaps. The sweet smell of perfume and fruit that seems oddly maternal and the distant image of a blonde woman laughing surrounded by soft golden sand and flowing silk waves. Reading Alice in Wonderland and wondering if I would ever be small enough to escape down a rabbit hole, first kiss from a boy, drunk and bored. This is not me, I am Gabriel, I am lost.I'm lost in her thoughts, her memories, not mine. Fuck. I can't let her see.

Blood everywhere, why so much blood? It smells sweet and tempting like candyfloss but disgusting and terrifying at the same time; I cannot separate these thoughts, which ones belong to me? Those teeth again, perfect little knives, carved for a reason, inside beautiful soft lips, a blurred image in an ornate gold mirror, where the fuck am I? Nothing. Nothing but the cold night and stabbing bitter rain. Gabriel is in front of me, warm, salty rain is pouring from eyes. I guess I'm crying. Fuck.