"Want her as a lover. I wouldn't have the self-control to contain myself," Henry frowns. "I raised her with the Natives, I slept during the day, my skin hadn't adapted yet," He frowns, "Reminded her where we came from, she learned the langue of the tribe we lived with, as did I, but kept her speaking English, I knew one day the ships would return," Henry frowns. "They would blame the natives for the abandoned settlement," Henry sighs.

"Crowly was right, but I wasn't going to act; he was wrong about my self-control; she was my daughter, until she wasn't, until one night when she was almost as old as I was when I died, she came to me in the night." He swallows and stops talking for a moment.

"I loved her, the way any man loves a woman who they want to marry; she talked me into turning her, wore me down, I'd do anything for her when her change finished, we made love when I woke up, she was gone, I thought she killed herself or used me," He shakes his head, "I found later she'd become a monster."