stares at me,
eyes fiery,
new fangs extended,
waiting for direction.
Though she is no infant,
no unsteady toddler,
no rebellious teen,
she has been born from me,
from my bite,
my draining,
my inability to resist
her taste.
She is mine.
I am weak,
governed by vampiric instincts,
and no penance can be found
to erase my sins.
Did she have a family?
Did she love her work?
Did she have big dreams
for a future filled with sunshine?
All that is gone now.
I took it all from her.
I cannot give any of it back.
The only thing I can do
is teach her
to survive the darkness.
~Drake