Give me your flesh. Give me your blood. Be my bride. And then all light will end and the world will live in darkness. The very air will be pestilence to mankind. And then our brethren, the Night Creatures, will emerge and feed. Such is our power, such is our kingdom, such is my kiss.
You’re not a thing of the spirit, Vanessa. You are a thing of the flesh, like me. You’re the wolf. You are the scorpion. You are all those things that slip and soar and stalk through the deep forest and the dark night. You are powerful. You feel it coiling within you. Become the wolf and the bat and the scorpion. Be truly who you are.
You met a man who marvels wide-eyed at the miracles of nature. So I am. You met a man who has known pain and tragedy. And so I am. You met a man who wanted to possess you for his own ends, but instead, he fell in love. That’s the man I am, and the monster.
When the time is right, my flesh. When she is abject. When she is helpless. When she begs for me. Then! We will have her.
There’s one monster who loves you for who you really are. And here he stands. I don’t want to make you good, I don’t want you to be normal. I don’t need you to be anything but who you truly are.