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I was born in 123AD in the South of England, We were a farming community living under the roman rule. Life was simple and happy until the night I met her, she enthralled me and I doted on her every movement. But She was Roman and I Anglo–Saxon, not skilled in either the ways of war, art or culture. Every night she would come to me She would talk and teach me everything, from philosophy to the state of the Empire, it was like she knew what I wanted to say before I said it to me she was a Goddess.

But as I got to know her questions once never thought of raised there doubtful heads, 'Why did she only come to me after dark', 'Who was she?' and why was she so pale'. Our relationship moved from friendship to something deeper. Our love grew with the passing years, I longed for the sun to go down and her presence beside me the soft feel of her lips upon mine. Her body was cold and hard but I knew she was ablaze inside.

Then one evening she told me the truth about where she had come from and what she really was. I accepted it without question. She told me that she could not go on like this watching me age while she stayed the same. She wanted me to spend eternity with her. She gave me a month to decide and try the pleasures of the flesh, to spend the last month in the warmth of the sun.

The month flew by as I experienced such wonders as the pleasures of the flesh, I made my preparations to leave home, my family and friends telling them I was going to Rome to study. Then 28 days later she came back to me, she looked paler than normal, but told me not to worry. She embraced me and as I felt her hot breath on my neck she bit down hard drawing out my life essence, the pain was almost unbearable but the sensations running though my body made me want more. She drank from me before but only for a moment. She drained me to the point of death then cut a vein from her arm and said only one word …."drink". I hungered for her blood and drank deeply, sucking hard from her open wound. All the time she held me in her arms, cradling me as if I were her child, (In a way you could say I was).

 

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