Damien gave his sister a smile, "Why don't you go talk to him?" he asked her to receive a look of surprise form on her face.
Maggie shook her head. It was long overdue, "He doesn't want to talk to me."
"It's been many years since that happened. The last you spoke was when you told him what you did and before he took the maid with him," said Damien, looking at the slight flicker that took place from the lantern that was hung in the corner of the kitchen, "He must have forgotten it by now. At least you can hope for it."
The vampiress still remembered the day as if it was just a day since it had taken place. Her hand dipped in blood with the maid on the ground where she had ripped the girl's head apart. The satisfaction had been great and sweet but once it had passed away where common sense returned back, there was nothing but the guilt she could immerse herself in.
Remembering the days of the past Maggie felt herself loose to herself...
