The more I indulged the fantasy of an ideal life the easier it was to slip into darkness. My fake Sophie suggested that we would have more time together and I could do more good if I made more like myself, strong and principled, willing to defend those who could not defend themselves. Like a junkie who tells everyone that drugs is bad and that he doesn’t have a problem because he can stop anytime he wants to, I wanted so much to believe what she said.
I made two more at first being, what I thought was, careful at first. They were not to act without my implicit instruction, but they were allowed to feed on those who attacked women and children. The slope was becoming slick. Louis cautioned against my approach and Sophie never spoke an ill word against him, she only continued to speak of the good we could do and how good it could be for us.
Thomas and Phillip were the first in my new order. Sophie had seen something in them. They seemed a bit sad and lost but loyal and they never left her side. I had not yet figured that they were also receiving private instruction from Sophie. I was beginning to lose myself in the frenzy of feeding and look forward to the cover of darkness. The supposed good that was an expected result had not yet increased because of our enhanced numbers. I was too preoccupied with crafting my own narrative to notice initially what was happening. Perhaps I was just tired, but all I knew was that I wanted to feel something and it felt empowering to give in to what I was, to be selfish…it was becoming all too easy…
