I told Josephine not to touch me anymore.
She's hysterical. My words are powerless next to her will. She wishes that I could turn my senses off, even for a brief second and stay by her side like an ordinary lover would. She just doesn't get it.
I'm crazy, and she's making me even crazier.
She might just be the crazier one at this point. The lack of sensibility...
Cillian Milford,
December, 1852
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Until Your Death Do Us Part
VampireDear diary, This is my confession, I suppose. I never meant to kill her. My Josephine, the love of my life. If only life has given her an ordinary human as a lover, instead of a blood sucking monster like myself... If only it has given her someone t...
