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Even in my dreams, none of the girls were as beautiful as her. She made me tingle and my heart melted all the way south to my friend down there. She had gorgeous big bright blue eyes, and her hair was the color of the alluring black night. I thought I had fallen in love with an angel, but she was no angel, no angel at all. But there was this clutch of greed inside of me that wanted her all to myself. I couldn't stand not seeing her every move, every step. I had to have more of her. She became my new obsession. Then all my dreams came true, she finally spoke to me. She lived on the opposite side of my building, it was strange for her to stay there since not many people actually had rooms in the area, but I didn't think much of it. She asked me where my room was and I told her it was on the other side of the building. She leaned towards and kissed my cheek. I think for me at that time, that was the best day ever. Of course I didn't know what I was getting in to. 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I took her inside and gave her a towel. Confused, I only had one response. I looked at her with horror while she stripped down and showed me the burns on her skin. It was disgusting, I had to look away. I'm not Allie, Brian, I'm a demon. My real name is Ashtorah. I have sucked the life of men since before Christ. I have killed many and I regret all the deaths. But I can't stop; I don't want to die the way others have. I came here to tell you to stay away from me forever, but never stop loving me, promise me that. Now, I'm eighty-five years old. My wife passed away last summer and I live alone with my dog Dmitri. My kids take very good care of me. I had the chance to become what I always wanted to be: a firefighter. I have saved lives of many people and I have won the respect of my neighbors and friends. I don't feel alone anymore because my wife is waiting for me to be with her. My only fear is that Ashtorah isn't angry about replacing her with my wife; I hope she can forgive me. 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