It was the fall of 1839 when I first laid my eyes on her. I was a Vampire at the age of a hundred and very much the most ruthless Master in all of Europe. But at that time, I was quite a casanova and did not believe in such things as relationships and partners, let alone even a beloved. She was beautiful and vibrant, fearless and somewhat feared. I was immediately drawn to her, not for the companionship but for the exhilarating s*x that we experienced.
I shall not be shy to admit that all that I did want from her was just that; I never imagined or even aspired to have anything more with her. Our encounter lasted for six months, brief for a Vampire but a small commitment for a human. In our time together, I did not only have wandering eyes but very much restless hands; she did look past th
