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From my perch high atop this decrepit building, I have the perfect vantage point to observe her trying half-heartedly to kill herself out on the moors. Another crack of thunder, then lightning scorches the sky, and I see her crawling on her hands and knees towards the sea.

My brothers, stone-faced dullards that they are, can't seem to peel their gazes away from her. They watch her every day, droning on about protecting her, as if she's some fragile flower in need of their gallant defence.

But me? I couldn't care less about her safety. These walls contain a blackness that stains every soul who crosses the threshold, why should she be any different?

No, what I crave is far more primal, more visceral.

It's been centuries since I've felt the heat of a woman's touch, since I've lost myself in the softness of flesh. I find my pleasure where I can, but it's never the same. The memory of warm skin, hot wetness, human moans, it's all like a distant dream, fading with each passing year.

As I watch her move about her mundane existence, I can't help but feel a hunger stirring within me. A hunger that demands to be sated, no matter the cost. She may not realise it yet, but she belongs to me now. And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she knows she's mine.

With each passing night, my reluctant obsession with her only grows stronger. I find myself counting the hours until darkness falls, eagerly anticipating the moment when I can once again feast my eyes upon her. I've got it as bad as my brothers it would seem. It's as if I've become tethered to her, unable to break free from the intoxicating allure she exudes.

But she remains oblivious to my presence, lost in her own world. Lost inside her own head.

She has no idea that she's become the object of my desire, the focal point of all my dark fantasies. And yet, there's a thrill in the chase, in the anticipation of finally claiming what is rightfully mine.

I'll bide my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. For when I do, she'll realise that she's no longer in control, that she belongs to me body and soul.

That won't happen if she doesn't survive the storm, and so as night falls, I ready myself to claim my prize.