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Dark Memories

I desire blood, it taste like metallic sugar, feel warm and wet against me, sounds tasty as it spills on to the floor, although, I am not the only one in this body. I share it with something weak and sentimental. He doesn't desire blood, what he desired is so much more complicated, like companionship and feeling important. Pointless.

I don't understand why I have to share. I don't like it, he won't do anything I want to do, expect when it necessary. That makes me angry and I try to gain control, but something is blocking me. I'm stronger than him, I should be in control. That's the way it suppose to be, the strongest survive.

Sex is almost as good as blood. In fact it hard to choose between them, so I don't, I take them both. I enjoy it, but the damn weakling acts like he doesn't. Blood I'm sure he doesn't like, but I'm sure sex has got to appeal to him, just a fucking little. Still, he resists it. What an idiot?

I remember a time when I had gain control and claimed my bitch. She fought me, just like the stupid weakling in my head. Why don't they understand that I'm stronger than them? I own them. Besides, she was in heat, I couldn't let her just be claimed by another. She was mine; my scent was on her even before I claimed her.

He must have known her, how ridiculous to just being hanging out with a bitch like that? He must be stupid, really stupid. Or maybe he was still chasing over that priestess. What a waste of time?

The priestess wasn't as fragile as my bitch, she could fight back. She could hurt me, I'd simple have to kill her. No bitch is going to overpower me. He had a thing for that damn priestess. How pathetic!

At least I had a purpose with my bitch; he didn't know what to do with his. Boy, was he upset when he lost control and I took her. He cried even. I don't even see what his problem was, she didn't die. In fact, because she conceived she healed faster than she would have if I didn't take her.

That did little to lighten his emotional turmoil. Soft worthless weakling. What I wouldn't do for another taste of her. He won't take her. He though about it before I took her, now he feels nothing but guilt when the subject come up.

Damn it. When he does get the nerve to touch, an innocent contact during the time they'd lay down together, all it would take for him to jerk away is for her fear scent to spike. I find the scent arousing as hell.

He didn't deserve control. There she was lying down, ready to be taken. Sure, she was sleeping, but trusts me; it wouldn't take her much to wake her ass up. I liked it when she would scream; she didn't scream much, mostly cry. Crying is a lot less satisfying. She did a lot of that, pointless.

When I find out what the hell keeps me from taking control of this body, I'm going to rip it apart. I hope whatever it is it bleeds. The first thing I'd do is take my bitch again, maybe, makes another pup.

Oh, yeah, the pup, almost forgot about her. My bitch did have a pup, a little thing. I wasn't sure what to expect when she conceived, I've never had a bitch before. But the bitch took good care of her, she was a natural mother. I don't know why he had to stay around. The bitch seemed to be handled it just fine to me.

It wasn't that bad hanging around; the pup would get all attached to us, sleeping in our arms and stuff. He liked it when she would try to impress him; I'd like it when she does what we told her. She wasn't as obedient as I would like. But it nothing to kill her over, she was a least a strong pup.

I still want control. At one point, all my clawing at that weakling sunk in, and he agreed. He would let me have control forever with the help of the jewel; I wouldn't have to listen to him anymore. But that damn priestess. He got attached to her, like some silly little boy and never even got anywhere.

He started doubting that plan lately and completely refused it once I took the bitch. He'll regret it, when I found out how I'm going to rip him out of my head. I hope he bleeds, so I can lap it up.