So, it seems I've found my way back here after all this time...

Things are not what they used to be, allegiances have faltered. I wish that through my years I would gain the understanding of my mistress, she the one that sired me. For what, safety of the child? Yes. But what of the mother, would it truly have been that horrific that we needed to lay plans for the success of Christina's case? I do believe it was to be required, for I myself love this 'Ice Queen' and would pay any price to see her happy. Even if that price were my own little slice of humanity.

The days grow longer, and my sleep more unsettling, am I rushing towards Gehenna, or something more diabolical? Oh, if you dear reader were to find yourself with a choice between continued existence versus a beautiful sunrise, I pray with my little black heart that you go to ash, for this unlife is not as glamorous as it would seem.

Did you miss me, kittens, or am I just a memory?

Daine