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should know that the prophets were correct in their vision.” His sad words forced my eyes to his. Sadness and disbelief erased all of my joy. “Kara will know soon and since you don’t believe me, I shall bring her to you.”
    I shook my head in denial of his painful words. When I looked up he was gone before I could tell him I no longer wanted to see her, not like this. “NO!” I screamed, hoping my father would hear my plea.
     
    The next night, true to his word, my father showed up at my favorite resting place with Kara by his side. I didn’t have to look to know she was there. I could hear her frantically beating heart and smell her horrible new scent. Astoroth’s blood remained in Kara, and I knew then my father’s words were true. Kara was pregnant.
    The smell made me want to rip her open and kill the thing growing within her. My mind taunted me with fantastic thoughts of killing Kara and the child, to be done with my horrible failures. Instead, I was cold and heartless, all because I could not tell her the truth of her situation. I made her believe things that were never true.
    I was ready to give in and end her suffering and mine when Kara’s own tiny plea for death stopped me. What was I thinking? I could never hurt Kara, and she knew it. No matter what evil thing grew inside of her, I could not bring myself to hurt her. My love for her would always control the beast within me. I also knew my love for Kara would never be enough to protect the baby inside of her. I would kill it, and killing it now would only hurt Kara. I hated how I behaved and how I felt, but it was the only thing I could do. With only an apology, I disappeared into the night.
    I left Chicago that night, to let Kara decide whether or not to keep the child. I knew I would never return to her if the child lived. I traveled the world, waiting for her decision. In my travels I continued to learn new abilities while I searched for some escape from my own self-loathing, but found none. I became withdrawn from the world around me, trapped in my own darkness. I felt peace only when I killed, and every kill made me think of Kara.
    I ran into Devlin in Japan. He had followed my trail of devastation and finally caught up with me. I could feel his own loss and hatred still brewing within him as he continued to mourn Lilith’s death. He was surprised to see I was still alive but quickly realized I was not the same. Devlin knew then what my father had done, and being the true friend that he was he begged me to let him help. I might have accepted his offer if he hadn’t begged me to go back home with him.
    Home? I laughed repeatedly at the thought. I had no home; Astoroth had taken that from me too. After that Devlin didn’t say anything; we just went our separate ways, both of us hoping to find an escape from our own guilt.
    Slowly I began to gain more and more control over my hunger, and when we found each other in Scotland we were able to enjoy a drink together without any mention of home or the past. I knew he was silently watching over me, and I thanked him for it. I also knew he wanted to return home, so I assured him he would see me again, and then disappeared.
    By the time I reached the western shores of America, I was tired of traveling and had no desire to go back to Chicago, so I decided to make Seattle my new home. Buying a penthouse in the posh downtown area gave me a peaceful place high above the busy streets. Every night I sat perched on the balcony of my empty palace in the sky, dropping below only to feed, which meant another life drained from this world.
    Then one night while stalking my next meal I ran into a very spunky young Asian woman, who was indeed a full-blooded demon. She was the same height as me, but you would never lose her in a crowd because of her electric-blue, shoulder-length hair and her cute girlie punk outfit.
    Her knee-high buckled platform boots had a heel that resembled a spike. She had world-class, thin, creamy