In this troubled time, I find myself wanting companionship once more.  I am torn between human needs, and darker cravings.  The urge to feed is overwelming.  I need a mate, a true equal to share this path with.  To drink from the crimson fountain of life, and touch a soul.  Where will I find someone that will be my dark god? 

My sensual nature is feeling supressed, I need to free myself, stretch my wings.  I need to sink my fangs into warm flesh and feel the thudding of a vein.  To taste the salt of skin.  To feel the give blood spill as my nails dig into the firm muscles of the back.  My tounge lapping up the blood from the wounds.

Drawing the vital energy I need to thrive from the soul of my beloved.