I'm different. There's a darkness that stirs restless in my soul. It craves blood and violence then feeds off of my anger and despair. I can control it... most of the time. I can starve it, but I cannot starve myself. Because it's not just the darkness that craves these things... I do, too. My mother grounded me and helped calm the storm, now she's dead and everything changed. My life is now lived through red hued glasses and anger simmers just under the surface. Until him... Now my dark soul craves his and I won't let anything come between us, even if I have to kill... with my bare hands.