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Ramsey stared at the woman on the bed in horror Kelly Her name was Kelly, but he could not bear to call her that Acknowledging her by name only made what he had done seem more monstrous somehow Her skin was as white as the sheet upon which she lay And she was still, so still What had he done? He had kept her here for three days, trapped between life and death

He backed away from the bed He hadn&039;t meant to kill her Never that! He was not a murderer

Aren&039;t you? The voice of his conscience whispered down the tortured corridors of his mind What of all the lives you have taken in the past ?

"But they were monsters Vahter mocked him And now you have become one of them You are what you hunted, Edward Ramsey, what you and your fauish sliced through hih he kneas true He was a vampire He had become what he had hated, what he had spent his lifeti

Vampire Vampire Vampire!

He pressed his hands to his temples in a vain attempt to block the word and the horror it entailed, but it see, even the floor

Vampire vampire vampire

Killer of innocents

Drinker of blood

Unholy

Unclean

Monster

"No, no" He sank to his knees and closed his eyes to shut out the ie of the wole drop of blood that lay like a scarlet teardrop on the pale skin of her neck - but her ie was burned into his brain

She had wanted to die