I’ve gone mad, and not the blood craze kind of madness, I mean a whole other type of madness. One that, up until recently, was completely foreign to me. It’s a madness of the heart. I told myself I’d stay away from Yildiz but as soon as it got too hard I was right there watching her sleep like a stalker. I told myself that would be the only time, but was it? No. One night turned into two, then two turned into three. Now I’m visiting her every night, just desperate to see her face and breathe in her scent.
Last night I stupidly touched her. I knew I shouldn’t have but the craving was more intense than any blood lust I’ve ever felt. I tried to fight it, but I proved once again how weak I am. I caressed her face and felt her satin skin beneath my fingers and my heart nearly exploded when sh
