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I would let this fever run its course, I had said to Louis and so I had immersed myself in the dream that was a life with Sophie. Early on in my existence as a vampire I had resented the seemingly divine presence of Eli for the judgment I felt was implied. Now he was a silent, non-judging presence once more and I tried to ignore what I had suspected for some time. Eli was a spirit apparition of my very own construct, a sense of morality held over from my mortal days.
Having this increased sense of power in no way diminishes your desire at times to do as you would like. What I wanted to do was live this fantasy without comment or consequence. Neither of course would be possible.
I cannot confess to knowing any more than you suspect in the ways of demonic beings only that their powers of persuasion and seduction are exceptional. Usually I am aware when such beings are attempting to gain an advantage, but I dropped my guard with this being that would be Sophie.
Because she could feel Sophie’s love for me she wanted me to be happy she said. That’s how it started.
“You are using what you have become to help others.” She would say encouragingly. “You must preserve your strength if you are to continue to protect them.”
She chose her words carefully. The ‘them’ she spoke of with concern was mortals of course, and had she said mortals or humans I might have cringed and perhaps even shaken myself out of my reverie.
I started hunting more frequently to ‘preserve’ my strength and spending less time with my brothers in the resistance to the thirst. She helped me chose appropriate victims, those who were themselves causing harm and distress to their fellow mortals. She taught how to easier identify those whose blood was tainted and convinced me it was still better if they did not continue to draw breath. It was becoming too easy to kill and tonight I killed a man who didn’t appreciate how much attention I was getting from his date. I guess the devil is always whispering in your ear and of late I was listening all too intently…

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