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November 17th,...1826???

It was long ago... a many centuries past, the regretful... ailing thoughts pushed away from my mind... by the harsh winds on a stormy night... the breeze, a cool caress...
As for why i do not find myself recalling... is not known to me... as her death came to me quite sudden, and not quite met with my realization... though i recall spending a many nights in silent hopes of her returning... i'd await her... for i thought she was to return... but souley i knew... she was not...

She was my angel... my doll... my China, as the name I had given to her, as for her real name?... it's a name... nothing more... nor less... for she is not the girl she once was, as i had taken that from her the day i had Embraced her...

When i had lost her i was left with nothing... as she was my only... i couldn't return to my Sire's safe, secure Haven as i had been... as i leave others to believe i were banished from there, long ago... as i feel i shall not go further to clearify that... i leave you to believe what you will...

I felt as if she were my own, my childer, she... my doll... my angel... as I thought her to be... she was all i had... when i had lost her, i was left with nothing... she was my only... I loved her as a parent loves their child... watching them grow... listening to their questionings... with her i felt content... as the contentment you feel when within near pressence of another you hold so dear...

Though before i had caught site of China, i had only Sash...though a many animals connect with me... she was in diff... what would they think?...she was cat.. ill she was, when i had found her... i took her, cradling her in my arms... feeding her of my blood... feeding her from my wrist which had been striken... almost funny to think upon... as she was my first... yes, the first to have received the souley vitae of life, eternal life... but alas she was a mere cat... nothing more, a companion at times, though...I... a women... felt a... needing... for such sorts... which later Sel provided to... he and I had such a strong bond... it was far stronger, deeper then that of a Sire and Childer, Lover... and Mistress... much deeper, though i find myself unable to write of such... a many say i speak with riddles, as for my words of riddles... can they be seen through?, broken into meaning?... i shall not write more of this... as i find i am unable to express within words... so i will leave you to think of it as you will... as you may have caught what i was meaning to... or perhaps you haven't...

Sel, Selaerity...and i had been seperated, i can not say i recall why... for i do not... but i know that i had lost him... and when i had... from that very night... i'd truely lost a part of myself...