Consumed.

I thought things were fine... I thought they were good. I was happy, and in that happiness, I suppose I only did what was natural. I started to want more.

After I had tamed Melvina with fear, I had started to bore of her even more. I resisted the temptations mostly well here, oh! I was doing so good. I even had time to make more friends, and draw. Then, problems set in. I ran out of painting supplies, and money (nobody had hired me, much to my disdain). Yet, that was just the beginning. Melvina approached me one night, at the tavern. We got into talking, and somehow we got onto the subject of long past proportions. It must be this which had led me to inquire about love once more.

"Love me," I pleaded. Yet, she said no. I considered doing many things to inflict harm on her, but it was then that I realized, however much I might try to ignore it, she was the only thing that fed my temptation. My thoughts revolved around her. Her denying me, AGAIN, was a knife through the heart, and I was going to garner my revenge in some way. I was going to leech her of all emotions, I was going to -feed- upon her very core.

Before Darkfall even sets in, I shall have saited my hunger and stored plenty of nutrition for the storm season.