ANGEL'S JOURNAL

" TORTURE "

I remember Patrick O’Flannery and his fiancee, Elizabeth, well.   I remember how I took her life on the eve of their wedding, and how I sired Patrick and taught him how to torture and kill.   I taught him well.   Maybe too well.

I thought Patrick had been killed in Prague the year before I sired Drusilla.   I was wrong.   He watched me, bided his time, waited for me to become vulnerable.   He wanted my guard to be down when he made his move.

Paris almost died because of it…because of something I did over a hundred and fifty years ago.

He visited upon her almost every kind of torture he could devise…most things I had taught him, others he had invented himself.   Anyone else would have given up and willed themselves to die.   But not Paris.   Something deep within her kept her alive.   I doubt I’ll ever know what that was.   I just thank God she’s laying before me now, sleeping relatively peacefully.

Patrick got away from me, but I’ll exact my revenge on him.   I’ll make him pay for what he did to the one I love.

My sweet, innocent Paris...I love you.

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