It was the year 1841 when my path crossed with Beatrix Cockcroft. I was very much set in my ways and yet still did not crave the company of a female on a more permanent basis. I came across her while she was casting a rather nasty spell on a bunch of sailors. As a creature that desired nothing but power, she immediately had my full attention. But my only intention was to see if the myth was true. I wanted to taste her blood to feel her power.
And she did make me feel that power in so many ways, more than once. We spend endless days and nights in each other's company, For me her power, and for her the sexual experience, at first. The more time we spent, the more she grew an affection for me; I was not in the least bit troubled with this at first. Then it started, I lost interest as I always do, and of course, I was not faithful either. But my desire to feel the power she made me feel let me turn a blind eye.
