I didn’t do it, I swear.
It smelled so good.
I didn’t do it, I’m innocent.
I craved your blood.
I didn’t do it, I deserve to be free.
It tasted ever so sweet and was warm to the touch.
I didn’t do it, this is a false accusation.
I couldn’t help myself.
I didn’t do it, I’m not guilty.
It keeps me alive in any way imaginable.
I didn’t do it, I had nothing to do with it at all.
You can’t blame me, it’s my nature and thrives within my genes.
I didn’t do it, I’m an innocent soul.
When I sunk my teeth into your pretty, warm flesh, I was immediately aroused by your inner and outer beauty.
I didn’t do it, I would never do such a thing.
Your screams made you just made killing you that more desirable.
I didn’t do it, I didn’t do anything wrong.
Now you will be mine forever.
I don’t regret the decisions I have made.
Trickery brought you to my domain.
I say that I’m innocent, not guilty, or that I didn’t do anything wrong.
When you see it from my view, the view of a vampiric bat, you’ll understand.
I’ve been a very bad bat and I don’t regret it.
Committing sin is an addiction.
An addiction that I could never shake off.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You’ll be mine for an eternity.
Bloodied hands is a mark of my beauty, dignity, grace, and love.
I’m grateful for this gift, aren’t you?
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