Loss Of A Friend And Lover

It was the year 1751. I had gotten involved with a woman, one of those that at the current time I felt that she was the one. I gave up my ways to spend what I thought would be our eternity. Now I shall admit that having a sexual appetite as I do, it made me do this rather foolishly. But yet I thought this woman was to be my beloved, which I was later relieved, I did not mark. The problem is that we lived together with this illusion in my head that we were the Master and his beloved, it was a notion that I became accustomed to. When Edward finally spoke some sense into me, when he showed me the wrong in my ways, I immediately, well, it is rather ugly to say, but I did throw her out and ordered her to never come near me again.

And so she did, I never heard or saw her again, so I thought that I could confidently say that she was no longer part of my life and that she had moved on. Later years I did learn that she had encounters with Lestat while we were together. Now it did infu