Archive-name: Fantasy/falang17.txt
Archive-author: T.F.Yank
Archive-title: Fallen Angel - 17


     I no longer lived in sunlight, preferring the serenity of night. 
Angelica still insisted I choose the evening's playmate.  I find myself
eagerly looking forward to a night of debauchery with each new victim. I
had even caught myself, once, wanting to sample the rich, sweet, warm
blood that dripped down Angelica's chin after she had finished with one
of her victims.
     I remember asking Angelica about how vampires are made.   Wasn't she
afraid that her victims would come back as new vampires?  She simply
laughed, saying the dead ones were no threat.   Rather it was those the
vampire had bitten and still allowed to live.
     So I stand out here, bidding goodbye to the woman I love.  For now I
must go, never to return.  I have a long journey ahead of me as my fallen
angel and I travel the depths of Hell.

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