Isabella

It had been 666 years, six months and 6 days in the past but to see her whoosh down a ski slope of Colorado’s Rocky Mountain pass takes my breath away, she does not look a day over thirty-something and loving it. I love it, every inch of her, forever and a day.

She has constantly been what I desired most my Isabella I got Isabella I am still not sure how old she really is, like all women it is a dream remembered today but forgotten tomorrow. I am akin to her sex, and love her aroma, as you would expect.

We are still immortals we recognize the numbness. We do not need sleep, another mind-set. We do rest to put on the appearance of sleeping, Isabella seldom dreams and when I do the images of my departed mother’s death are still in front of my eyes.

I began to hate Satan the Devil. You ask. More than I want to get into now, but I will say he made me what I am today a murderer. God you could have helped me .