It turned out the girl didn’t find me a monster after all. When we left the ship, she followed me for a mile, discretely she thought. Then, I doubled back and snuck up on her from behind. I wanted her to know what I was, so that she wouldn’t attempt it again. I told her to leave me alone, that she had nothing to offer me. I think she supected as much.
But it was a lie. She had much more to offer me than I had to offer her. She could give me a taste of mortality, of life. I possess only death and darkness. But still, it always tempts me, the human spirit, so eager it is to please and be pleased. I could have given her pleasure, undoubtedly, but in the morning I would be gone, and I no longer have it in me to be that callous.
That… and the truth. She was too tempting. On the street, it took all the will I could muster to not take. But alone in a darkened room, her sweet scent overwhelming my senses, that resolve would have left me. I know it would have. Though I’d consumed enough on the ship to sustain me for a week, I would want this one more. A little taste of sweetness to overpower the bitterness on my tongue.