When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don’t

I’ve succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I’ve embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping...

I’ve never felt remorse before. It’s disgusting.

A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.

No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together

This daemon loves men whose marriage beds have grown cold, so she can set them ablaze.

his stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes–grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love–they seduced her every time… but not...

The time groaned by as John made a fool of himself. Eventually, he grew numb to the death and sin around him. He even came to enjoy gallivanting cross-country like a true crusader. His name...

You are so much like her.”This is something my mother often says and never explains. Though it is a great mystery to me it is also a blessing, for she always hurries from the room...

Kiss me, Jethro. Kiss me.

I doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today!

There is absolutely nothing monstrous about being a vampire. In fact, it’s quite beautiful.

I’m the answer to her pain. She’s my answer for the need for it.