Damien
I found myself watching my Pet intently while she studied. She had curled up in the chair to be more comfortable. One leg was tucked under her, the other foot swung freely.
Something about the sight tugged at wisps of memory long buried in my mind. It felt familiar. I felt the same warmth that had flowed through me when I first smelled her blood.
Why did this girl affect me so much? She was just another beast. She was honestly more trouble than she was worth. Yet the thought of losing her made something dark and angry churn inside my gut.
And moments like this felt so nostalgic and warm. It was strange.
I had lived a long time. So long that I didn't even remember how I became a vampire. I didn't know whether Damien was my original name, or if I had taken a new name at some po
