I have killed willfully and I have killed by accident. There were times I was only looking to feed, but, in my excitement, I would yank a man too hard and snap his neck. I was unaware of my power, unaccustomed to the strength.
I still haven’t grown used to it, not completely. You would think by now I would be. But, once upon a time, I was frail, powerless, breakable, and I still remember very well how that feels.