Online:Aluvus' Notes

I can still remember the night it happened to me. It's been months since that night, but I can't forget those fangs at my throat.

I still don't know why she left me alive. Something frightened her off? Pity saved me?

No. Not pity. I know the thirst. The hunger that compels me.

I don't pity my food in the slightest, and I'm sure she felt no pity for me that night either. It must have been something else. But what?