For anyone, man or woman to desire me, it is absurd! I am nothing but a gargoyle filled with the blood of others.

My mind… It is a delicate veil, torn by genetics, made worse by my maker thinking his curse could mend me.

The smallest lapse in emotion leaves me spinning, overcome with bloodlust.

Creatures, like myself, have voices that are laced with impending peril, and yet, each and every time they succeed in hypnotising another victim.

I swivel my back to her, my eyes gluttonous and eager to get their fill of this intimate piece of what has come to be her puzzle.

Her blood. Gushing out, it darkens her lovely hair until each strand is as heavy as the shadows of my mind.

My mind is blank. Yet, one word rides the Ferris wheel of my psyche, whirling around and leaving me dizzy - monster. It is unavoidable. I am a monster.

Like a kelpie the sunlight feigns innocence until it meets my skin, transforming into a sharp-toothed monster that tears away at my cold dead flesh.

It is me. He knows it. The dollymop knows it. I know it. I am the problem. Soon I will be discovered and destroyed. I am in constant danger and yet, I am the danger...