On the few occasions that you do take a mortals life, do you still take from the “evildoers”? Speaking of your appetite…what was your most remebered kill and what makes it stand out for you to this night dear?
Recently, I drank from a young woman who, though not a drug addict herself, enabled the addiction of others. She had no remorse, I know this from her blood. Yet, she had regrets. She regretted not being present when her sister died. She regretted that she had dropped out of school at 14 because she had met a man twice her age. Her soul was full of regrets. Despite the despicable person she had become, there was a time when she was none of that, but instead a girl making a series of cascading choices that led to the person she had become. The most memorable are the ones that made me feel sadness or longing. I have fed on thousands upon thousands of regrets, and each one clings to my heart long after the blood is gone.