Rowena’s POV
The moon was shining sweetly. It did not know my deception. I saw it, but it could not see me. For all good reasons, I am often invisible to it and humans by my own wishes. Night time wanderings are my hobby. I prey on humans, destroying their souls, sometimes taking them as my own. I am what I am. Don't make any judgment of me. I didn't choose this. Being created this way doesn't make it right either I guess, but right now I don’t have any option to do anything else. Being destroyed from the core of your existence in order to serve someone else and fulfill this hunger that keeps on gnawing at the back of your stomach and you know that nothing would fill it up, the pain of that is excruciating.
My memories are eluded to me. I do not know how long I have been around. I can on
