Anna Morgan... A name I do not utter outloud, a name I can put a face to. A name I will not forget so long as I exist.
I am not without guilt, I have fed on humans in my past and while it didn't feel right, I consoled myself with the fact that my victims were the trash of our society. I never knew any of their names nor anything more about them other than the evidence of their vile intentions towards me. As they slumped to the ground, their life ended... I was quite often relieved… Continue