5. Amy
Don’t struggle, the voice in my head said. If you want to live, don’t struggle.
I know that voice, I thought, confused. Why do I know that voice?
Oh, this is priceless, the voice in my head said. I couldn’t have picked a better body, so flexible and fit. I wonder if she was sent just for me.
“Get out of my head!” I yelled out. “You have no right to be there.”
It’s a bit on the tight side, the voice in my head said, but I can live with that. To have a body again, after all these aeons, to touch, to taste … what’s this? I could feel wispy tendrils of thoughts reaching out to probe me. A bloody angelic vampire? How can this be? So much for taste, the voice sneered — a diet of blood is going to get very boring. The irony of it for me is to have gone from angel to demon, to what’s s
