Killing The Imposter

"I knew your father for a very long time.

I watched him grow up in an orphanage; he was a weak, small man.

The type of man that I would kill in a second.

So one night I went to do exactly that- kill him.

I had my hands around his stupid fucking neck and I watched as the life slowly left his eyes.".

I couldn't control the tears that rolled down my cheeks- I kept listening.

"But right before it was all over he kept repeating one word.

I didn't care, I was bored, and I got interested.

He said, daughter.

He asked me not to kill him because he had a daughter and she needed him".

The room was silent- even Paloma was listening intently, and every hair on my body was standing.

"Get to the point", I whispered.

I felt him chuckle again lightly.

"I thought real long and hard about it, gorgeous.

I made him take me back to see you, you were only a baby then, but you were powerful.

Your blood smelled delicious, so we made a deal.

He would get to live if you became my beloved when you turne