I feel her need. It comes through the wall in waves. She found me again. But then - I knew she would. If you stay in the same place for long enough, it doesn’t take any kind of supernatural senses to be tracked.
She doesn’t have to be invited in. Not that it matters, because she isn’t knocking. I’m the one who is desperate to open the door. I discovered some time ago that human beings have more than sustenance to offer me.
But to let her in is to let in more than just her. It also invites in a few things I yearn to remember and too many things I long to forget. Every girl like her reminds me of every girl like her. There have been so many. In the past, I have killed her a thousand times. It wasn’t long enough ago to vow that I will never do it again.