<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg425635#msg425635">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 11-09-2007, 11:28:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">He looked at her for a long time, not saying anything. When he finally spoke, he seemed to have made up his mind.<br/>"Yes, I will help you. But first there are a few things you need to know about your new condition. You will no longer be able to recieve any sustenance from food or drink. In fact, most of it will make you violently ill. Only the most tasty of foods and bewerages will you be able to retain, and  you will only get a minimal amount of energy from them. It's not from the food itself you will recive this energy, but from the pleasure they bring you. It won't be nearly enough though. You will need to feed on the sexual energy of other humans, just like the Phantom Rapist. This will be a problem though. Take someone to your bed willingly, and you will kill them as you drain them. Force yourself upon someone, and you'll destroy their soul, leaving a new servant in it's place. You begining to see your dilema?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela couldn't beleive what she was hearing... he was making her sound like she'd become some sort of monster.  And it wasn't as if she was some sex fiend ho or something, but the thought of never being able to make love?  A stray thought passed through her mind, and she giggled almost hysterically.  For the first time in her life she was glad she didn't have a boyfriend.<br/><br/>Then, she realized the seriousness of her situation.  Feeding off humans... he made it sound like she was turning into some sort of... she remembered the white hair, the strange eyes... a vampire.  Like in the movies.  This was a nightmare.  She shivered, wanting to cry.  Why was this happening to her?  She wanted to disbelieve him, but the evidence was against her and somehow, she knew he was telling her the truth.<br/><br/>"Maybe you should kill me then."  the words were whispered, dispair settliing into her being.  "I don't want to... become like that... thing."