Damien POV It's been a rough couple of days for Wendy, and I completely understand how she feels because I've been there myself. My first kill was a man who raped my then best friend, Beatrice. Sadly, she killed herself a couple of months after the incident. I was seething with the anger of losing her to her own imprisonment in her mind. A lot of alcohol was consumed that night, and in my lust for blood over my dead friend, I looked him up. I found him at a local pub, and followed him on his way home. With wrath, I slammed his head continuously into the brick wall until he stopped moving. In pure panic, I called my brothers, who, in turn, helped me get rid of the body. That's how my criminal path began. And today, together with my brother

