was always satisfying to leave them clinging to life. They would stare you see. Up at the ceiling or to me if I were hovering over them. The ones that prayed, that entertained me most. I laughed in their faces. How pathetic to think that someone, God, could help them. No one could stop me, I’m too powerful.
With Lucretia, I became something else, somethin g worse. The games got worse as I grew to greatly hunger for the pleasure of the sadistic torture I could inflict.
She began to become uncomfortable with what we used to do, the torture and suffering we inflicted on our victims, the disturbing games we played with them or more to the truth, she began to hate the way I would pay more attention to my victims than I did to her. The time I spent with them was so intimate, I took my time and she became jealous. She was madly in love with me after all. Though I never felt such a thing for her, what was she to me but another toy to play games with?
I treated her badly, I owned her after all, she was mine to do with as I pleased and if she disobeyed me then she would have to be punished.
And so she too became part of my games. Her disapproval only fuelled me on. We began to fight and argue after I had fed, she began to no longer stay with me but left to hunt on her own. So I began to make her get rid of the bodies, how she detested that! I would make her drag the carcass to some distant place and have her bury it.
It didn't help that I constantly compared Lucretia to Diana. I would shout ‘You’ll never be as good as her’, just to cause hurt.
In quieter moments , she would say to me that I was obsessed with Diana’s death, the one death that meant so much to me. But she could never understand the agony and guilt felt from such a loss. She recalled nothing of her mortal life nor the pain or death she had suffered.
Perhaps I was obsessed. Diana was and had been the only thing I had loved in this world. Nothing or no one else mattered and I treated Lucretia in kind.
She was becoming increasingly angry with me, with the things I made her do, she became more like my servant than a companion. As the weeks went on I could feel her loathing for me intensify and though I enjoyed our ever increasingly violent ‘discussions’, I began to sense that Lucretia wanted to leave me.
I couldn't accept that. I didn't love her, at the time I wasn't particularly concerned with her happiness, nor did I care if she was alive or dead. Yet I didn't want her to go. All I needed to do was come up with a way to stop her leaving, some way she would always be reliant on me.
I made her an addict. Addicted only to me.
You see vampires’ blood to another vampire tastes exquisite. The older the blood the better. If you ever want another vampire to stay with you, you simply supplement mortal or animal blood for your own.
The blood of the one that made you can also be quite beneficial, aiding in speeding up recovery from wounds. More useful information my maker gave me.
Addiction came quickly for Lucretia. It wasn’t long before she no longer went out to hunt. She stayed with me eagerly awaiting the time when I was to feed her.
She became so good at being addicted that I started to question what I had done. She wanted the blood in ever more increasing quantities. Longer and longer she would drink from me and I would have to physically push her away, sometimes so hard that she hit the wall leaving my arm torn open and her snarling at me from a corner.
She became violent if I said no to her feeding on me. She would break chairs, smash windows, drawing attention to us so that it threatened to expose what we are.
She left me with no choice.
I had to put a stop to it. Well I had to try to lessen her addiction somehow so that she was more controllable. I tried restricting the blood I gave her, I tried locking her away. I found boarding houses with cellars and I would have to barricade her in with items of furniture. Sometimes she would break out
With Lucretia, I became something else, somethin g worse. The games got worse as I grew to greatly hunger for the pleasure of the sadistic torture I could inflict.
She began to become uncomfortable with what we used to do, the torture and suffering we inflicted on our victims, the disturbing games we played with them or more to the truth, she began to hate the way I would pay more attention to my victims than I did to her. The time I spent with them was so intimate, I took my time and she became jealous. She was madly in love with me after all. Though I never felt such a thing for her, what was she to me but another toy to play games with?
I treated her badly, I owned her after all, she was mine to do with as I pleased and if she disobeyed me then she would have to be punished.
And so she too became part of my games. Her disapproval only fuelled me on. We began to fight and argue after I had fed, she began to no longer stay with me but left to hunt on her own. So I began to make her get rid of the bodies, how she detested that! I would make her drag the carcass to some distant place and have her bury it.
It didn't help that I constantly compared Lucretia to Diana. I would shout ‘You’ll never be as good as her’, just to cause hurt.
In quieter moments , she would say to me that I was obsessed with Diana’s death, the one death that meant so much to me. But she could never understand the agony and guilt felt from such a loss. She recalled nothing of her mortal life nor the pain or death she had suffered.
Perhaps I was obsessed. Diana was and had been the only thing I had loved in this world. Nothing or no one else mattered and I treated Lucretia in kind.
She was becoming increasingly angry with me, with the things I made her do, she became more like my servant than a companion. As the weeks went on I could feel her loathing for me intensify and though I enjoyed our ever increasingly violent ‘discussions’, I began to sense that Lucretia wanted to leave me.
I couldn't accept that. I didn't love her, at the time I wasn't particularly concerned with her happiness, nor did I care if she was alive or dead. Yet I didn't want her to go. All I needed to do was come up with a way to stop her leaving, some way she would always be reliant on me.
I made her an addict. Addicted only to me.
You see vampires’ blood to another vampire tastes exquisite. The older the blood the better. If you ever want another vampire to stay with you, you simply supplement mortal or animal blood for your own.
The blood of the one that made you can also be quite beneficial, aiding in speeding up recovery from wounds. More useful information my maker gave me.
Addiction came quickly for Lucretia. It wasn’t long before she no longer went out to hunt. She stayed with me eagerly awaiting the time when I was to feed her.
She became so good at being addicted that I started to question what I had done. She wanted the blood in ever more increasing quantities. Longer and longer she would drink from me and I would have to physically push her away, sometimes so hard that she hit the wall leaving my arm torn open and her snarling at me from a corner.
She became violent if I said no to her feeding on me. She would break chairs, smash windows, drawing attention to us so that it threatened to expose what we are.
She left me with no choice.
I had to put a stop to it. Well I had to try to lessen her addiction somehow so that she was more controllable. I tried restricting the blood I gave her, I tried locking her away. I found boarding houses with cellars and I would have to barricade her in with items of furniture. Sometimes she would break out