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I only knew what I was; nor could I rationalize on why I had become this way. I could only presume it had happened to others equally as innocent as myself of wrong doing. I ONLY KNEW WHAT I WAS NOR COULD I RATIONALIZE ON WHY I HAD BECOME THIS WAY I COULD ONLY PRESUME THAT HAD HAPPENED TO OTHERS EQUALLY AS INNOCENT AS MYSELF OF WRONG DOING
" "No!" I cried. "I'm an American! Things like this don't happen to us! It's only in stories, and then to foreigners!" She chuckled drily. "I'm afraid these things do happen, and in this case, you're it, my dear. Make the best of it." But I wouldn't; I refused to—for a while. I would not feast on the blood of the living. Something within me fought. For a time. Then, the awful hunger began. The tearing pangs of hunger that ordinary food wouldn't arrest. I fought it as long as I could. I lost. First it was small animals; animals that I loved. It was my life or theirs. Then there was a little girl; a dear little creature who might have been my child under different circumstances. After the episode of the little girl, Eve left me. She had no further use for me; she had wanted the child, too, and I had got it. I was now competition to be shunned. I was alone once again alone and thoroughly miserable. I couldn't understand myself, my motives, so how could I expect someone else to understand? E ON ACCEPT IT MY DEAR YOU HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE NO I CRIED I'M AN AMERICAN THINGS LIKE THIS DON'T HAPPEN TO US IT'S ONLY IN STORIES AND THEN TO FOREIGNERS SHE CHUCKLED DRILY I'M AFRAID THESE THINGS DO HAPPEN AND IN THIS CASE YOU'RE IT MY DEAR MAKE THE BEST OF IT BUT I WOULDN'T I REFUSED TO FOR A WHILE I WOULD NOT FEAST ON THE BLOOD OF THE LIVING SOMETHING WITHIN ME FOUGHT FOR A TIME THEN THE AWFUL HUNGER BEGAN THE TEARING PANGS OF HUNGER THAT ORDINARY FOOD WOULDN'T ARREST I FOUGHT IT AS LONG AS I COULD I LOST FIRST IT WAS SMALL ANIMALS ANIMALS THAT I LOVED WAS MY LIFE OR THEIRS THEN THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL A DEAR LITTLE CREATURE WHO MIGHT HAVE BEEN MY CHILD UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES AFTER THE EPISODE OF THE LITTLE GIRL EVE LEFT ME SHE HAD NO FURTHER USE FOR ME SHE HAD WANTED THE CHILD TOO AND I HAD GOT IT I WAS NOW COMPETITION TO BE SHUNNED I WAS ALONE ONCE AGAIN ALONE AND THOROUGHLY MISERABLE I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND MYSELF MY MOTIVES SO HOW COULD I EXPECT SOME ONE ELSE TO UNDERSTAND
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