He comes to me in the middle of the night, as I lay limp in his arms. He takes from me the little life I have to give, which in his eyes is enough to bear. His needs surpass my own, I am his beautiful soul to take, he tells me, as he caresses my stilled body. “I wish not to harm you, my beautiful soul, but to take enough to sate my hunger.” Dizziness becomes my endless blackness, which drags me under. I feel a whisper of a kiss, a wisp of a touch and then… emptiness.